Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

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

Verse Three: Puff
Nothing but clouds and white suits my vision
Watching my go down, like Christian
hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis
spraying like a hurricane in this war called the game
And deuce deuces can't stand the
Little guns ain't got no in this blizzard
just kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin holes sizes of door knockers
headed for my chest straight, the other two
came a little late, and just barely missed my
I'm to find a steady place between two cars
One of us either wind up dead, or behind bars
Shit, I'm just tryin to live, so I can my kid
and own the world, bone all the girls
That's when I finally out
That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby
And I didn't even to ask no further questions
No more confessions suggestions
I Sam set me up, cause them bullets squeezed up
from the rear, and Sam was the only there
Then they all peeled out in the rental,
Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm them
didn't even get to peep
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the
Clips they feelin em, to the top, ain't sweet
Once the turns red, nuff said, that's dead
fled, and they 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 ain't no shots
We in the block, no Land just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta
I'm to hold my own when they snatched me out the car
Took me in the and said, "Puffy, there you are"
same cats we chased two blocks had new spots
washin dishes, I for goin out like bitches
I smacked em, gave a little speech, to
Happiness, cause me and all my got hurt
That night, I said a little prayer, me and
That's when I heard the bustin,