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 ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my
But sometimes it just feels like, some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but ain't no
I wonder if God's, just to teach me a lesson
The progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I fail my test and, the heat is on
They say that pressure, busts
So I keep my cool, and thank God for 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 stuck in backyard pond
I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I
I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting
Who do I to for advice, when all my mentors gone
This is my life, ain't just the words to my song what do I do

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

[Paul
one here's 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 your went
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery
You guilty, for a lesser charge
Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in
I be that, I could go back in time
And tell the judge that nine, and the strack was mine
would be fine, but I guess it's too late for that
I that court appointed lawyer, was whack
Ain't it though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
And the only way we communicate, is through a pen
Don't up, just do what you do
Live your life don't let your life live you, keep on moving

[Paul
People think, my life is all about 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 would get this tough, you gotta feel me
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 best I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause people talking down, on me
Yeah we use to be down, but now you homie
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 like hangers
I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold
They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the what do I do