Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, ain't all peaches and
This fame thing and game bring, more pain than it seem
I ain't to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
But it just feels like, there's some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but no questions
I wonder if God's, just trying to me a lesson
The situations progressing, it's stressing
I hope I don't fail my and, the heat is on
They say that pressure, busts
So I keep my cool, and God for every breath of my life
I'm taking to the right, but still 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 getting bronze
Who do I to for advice, when all my mentors gone
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song do I do

Monetana]
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 like it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you, just keep it

[Paul
one here's for Broderick Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't how that sound
We've been homies since School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by in the slums
I'm thinking bout, where life went
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery
You plead guilty, for a lesser
Even the judge was harsh, God's still in charge
I be that, I could go back in time
And tell the judge that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I it's too late for that
I know that court appointed lawyer, was
Ain't it though, you went 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 don't let your life live you, just 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 me though
Cause I ain't 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
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 I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf like
Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em ten fold
got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do