Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, ain't all and cream
This thing and this game bring, more pain than it seem
I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm for my blessing
But sometimes it just like, there's some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but ain't no
I wonder if God's, just to teach me a lesson
The situations progressing, it's stressing
I hope I don't fail my and, the heat is on
say that pressure, busts pipes
So I keep my cool, and thank God for every of my life
I'm steps to the right, but still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in 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 call to for advice, all my mentors gone
This is my life, ain't just the words to my song what do I do

Monetana]
What do you do, when them haters you
Keep it real and it true, get that dirt up off of you
swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse like what it do
Don't let them see the on you, just keep it real

[Paul
one here's for Broderick Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how sound
We've been homies Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got up, by life in the slums
I'm thinking bout, your life went
45 years of your life spent, with a robbery indictment
You plead guilty, for a charge
Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in
I be wishing that, I go back in time
And tell the judge that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I guess it's too for that
I know that court lawyer, was whack
Ain't it ironic though, you in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
And the only way that we communicate, is a pen
Don't up, just do what you do
Live your life let your life live you, just keep on moving

[Paul
think, my life 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 need to lean on a
Nobody told me life get this tough, you gotta feel me though
Cause I ain't to be sad
I thank God for everything I got, and all the I had
I work hard I still grind, all in the lab
The friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause people talking down, 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 know waiting on me
A lot of is jealous, saying all that we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf hangers
Should I the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold
They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold do I do