Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, all peaches and cream
fame 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 feels like, there's missing
I got all the answers, but ain't no
I wonder if God's, trying to teach me a lesson
The situations progressing, it's getting
I hope I fail my test and, the heat is on
say that pressure, busts pipes
So I my cool, and thank God for every breath of my life
I'm steps to the right, but still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm in this backyard pond
I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I
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

Monetana]
What do you do, when them after you
Keep it real and keep it true, get that up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw, like what it do
let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real

[Paul
This one for Broderick Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that
been homies since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got up, by life in the slums
I'm thinking bout, where life went
45 years of your spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
You plead guilty, for a charge
Even though the judge was harsh, still in charge
I be wishing that, I could go back in
And tell the judge that that nine, and the was mine
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 in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
And the way that we communicate, is through a pen
Don't up, just do what you do
Live your life let your life live you, just keep on moving

[Paul
People think, my is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to it good, why is my life so rough
I'm walking straight, but sometimes I need to on a crutch
Nobody told me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me
I ain't trying to be sad
I thank God for I got, and all the blessings I had
I hard I still grind, all night 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 shady
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
Wondering when will I flop, I know waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all that we rap 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 hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do