Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in Harlem another day
another dollar up to the barking from the Rottweilers
the collars make em sit for the Godfather
Then I holler to my son run the water
for the shower fund scholarship sure to give him power
Baby call she pick him up in about an hour
Now free to go free to blow with the
and the navajos it's the way this player knows
anything goes, caught up with my nigga Sam Sam
me up, in the tan Lex Land
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, your favorite dish?
He ordered eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
What is Three niggaz dressed in black
Roleys on they wrist, feathers in hat
One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my
Put my finger on the
then I asked him, "Whatchu nigga?"
Puff Daddy
Whatchu gonna do when it's your to go
Whatchu gonna do you can't take no mo'
You gonna cry like a or take it nice and slow
Whatchu gonna do when your turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Two: Puff Daddy
I to God that I'm dreamin, I know my family
take it, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it"
Mom cryin, baby mom full of grief
How she gonna tell her son his is deceased?
Now she got beef them bitches up the street
All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend
She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to
On every station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to murder me Tommy Gills
Before they draw, niggaz me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocket, Sam the rocket
They wanna rip my out the socket, fuckin heathens
Love to see a nigga breathin
I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Combs?
your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night

Verse Three: Puff
but clouds and white suits fill my vision
Watching my life go down, Christian
Listen them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis
like a hurricane in this war called the terror game
And deuce deuces stand the pain
Little ain't got no business in this blizzard
they just kibitz, here's five to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet sizes of door knockers
Three headed for my straight, the other two
came a little late, and just barely my face
I'm tryin to a steady place between two cars
One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind
Shit, I'm just tryin to live, so I can my kid
and own the world, all the girlie girls
That's when I figured out
That's nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby father
And I didn't even bother to ask no questions
No more confessions only
I think Sam set me up, cause bullets squeezed up
from the rear, and Sam was the only nigga
Then they all out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the seat, so I'm assumin them
niggaz didn't get to peep
Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
Clips feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the turns red, nuff said, that's dead
They fled, and waved, hot lead
If I ain't duck, I'd be on my
move, for that they don't get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad they bust no shots
We in the block, no Land posters old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see of gangsta figures
I'm tryin to hold my own when snatched me out the car
Took me in the and said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them same we chased two blocks had new spots
washin dishes, I guess for goin out like
I smacked em, gave a little speech, to
Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got
That night, I said a little prayer, me and
when I heard the bustin, yeah