Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, ain't all peaches and
This fame thing and this game bring, pain than it seem
I trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
But sometimes it just feels like, some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but no questions
I wonder if God's, trying to teach me a lesson
The progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I don't my test and, the heat is on
They say pressure, busts pipes
So I keep my cool, and thank God for every breath of my
I'm taking steps to the right, but I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm in this backyard pond
I'm to maintain my pace, in the place I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I keep bronze
Who do I to for advice, when all my mentors gone
This is my life, this just the words to my song what do I do

[Hook:
What do you do, when them haters you
Keep it real and keep it true, get dirt up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse what it do
let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real

[Paul
This one here's for Broderick Brown, down
A 45 year sentence, I don't how that sound
been homies since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by life in the
I'm thinking bout, where your life
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated indictment
You plead guilty, for a lesser
Even though the judge was harsh, still in charge
I be wishing that, I go back in time
And tell the judge that that nine, and the strack was
That would be fine, but I it's too late for that
I know that court appointed lawyer, was
Ain't it ironic though, you went in you end up in the Penn
And the way that we communicate, is through a pen
give up, just do what you do
Live your life don't let your life live you, just keep on

[Paul
People think, my is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my so rough
I'm walking straight, but sometimes I to lean on a crutch
Nobody told me life would get tough, you gotta feel me though
I ain't trying to be sad
I thank God for I got, and all the blessings I had
I work hard I grind, all night in the lab
The friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause talking down, hating on me
Yeah we use to be down, but now you shady
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
Wondering when will I flop, I they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all that we rap is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, the shelf like hangers
Should I the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold
got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do