Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, all peaches and cream
This fame thing and this game bring, pain than it seem
I ain't to be depressed, and I'm greatful 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, 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 pressure, busts pipes
So I my cool, and thank God for every breath of my life
I'm taking 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 I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting
Who do I call to for advice, all my mentors gone
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song do I do

[Hook:
What do you do, when them after you
it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still and bang Screw, Swishahouse like what it do
let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real

[Paul
This one here's for Broderick Brown, locked
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that
We've been homies Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by life in the
I'm thinking bout, where your went
45 years of your spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
You plead guilty, for a charge
Even the judge was harsh, God's still in charge
I be wishing that, I could go back in
And tell the judge that that nine, and the strack was
That would be fine, but I it's too late 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 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
think, my life is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my life so
I'm walking straight, but I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me though
I ain't trying 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 friends I had, was a pen and a pad
Cause talking down, hating on me
we use to be down, but now you shady homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
when will I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all that we rap about is
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 cold do I do