Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, all peaches and cream
This fame thing and this bring, more pain than it seem
I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm 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, getting stressing
I hope I don't 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 taking steps to the right, but still I end up
I'm for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this backyard pond
I'm trying to my pace, in the place I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I keep bronze
Who do I call to for advice, when all my gone
This is my life, this just the words to my song what do I do

Monetana]
What do you do, when them after you
Keep it and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still swang and Screw, Swishahouse like what it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you, keep it real

[Paul
This one here's for Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that
We've been since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by in the slums
I'm thinking bout, where your life
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated indictment
You guilty, for a lesser charge
though the judge was harsh, God's still in charge
I be wishing that, I could go back in
And tell the judge that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I guess it's too for that
I know court appointed lawyer, was whack
it ironic 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 life don't let your life live you, just keep on moving

[Paul
think, my life is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my so rough
I'm walking straight, but I need to lean 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 everything I got, and all the I had
I hard I still grind, all night in the lab
The friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause 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 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 back ten
got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do