Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, all peaches and cream
This fame thing and game bring, more pain than it seem
I trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful 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 trying to teach me a
The progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I don't my test and, the heat is on
They say that pressure, pipes
So I keep my cool, and thank God for every of my life
I'm taking steps to the right, but I end up wrong
I'm for the ocean, but I'm stuck 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 call to for advice, all my mentors gone
This is my life, this ain't just the to my song what do I do

[Hook:
What do you do, them haters after you
Keep it real and keep it true, get that up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse what it do
Don't let them see the on you, just keep it real

[Paul
This one for Broderick Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't how that sound
We've been homies Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by life in the
I'm thinking bout, your life went
45 years of your spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
You guilty, for a lesser charge
Even the judge was harsh, God's 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 guess it's too 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 only way we communicate, is through a pen
Don't give up, just do you do
your life don't let your life live you, just keep on moving

[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 need to lean on a
Nobody told me would get this tough, you gotta feel me though
Cause I trying to be sad
I God for everything I got, and all the blessings I had
I work hard I still grind, all in the lab
The friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad
people talking down, hating on me
Yeah we use to be down, but now you homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
Wondering will I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, all that we rap about is swangas
Mad they c.d.'s, below the shelf like hangers
Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em ten fold
They got me hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do