Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

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

Verse Puff Daddy
Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my
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 got no business in this blizzard
just kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet holes sizes of door
Three headed for my straight, the other two
came a little late, and just barely my face
I'm tryin to find a steady place two cars
One of us gon' wind up dead, or behind bars
Shit, I'm tryin to live, so I can raise 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 them squeezed up
from the rear, and Sam was the only there
they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm assumin
niggaz didn't even get to
Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't
Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's
fled, and they waved, hot lead
If I ain't duck, I'd be on my
Sucker move, for they don't get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no
We in the block, no posters just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see of gangsta figures
I'm tryin to hold my own they snatched me out the car
Took me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, you are"
Them same cats we chased two blocks had new
washin dishes, I guess for goin out like
I em, gave a little speech, to mirth
Happiness, me and all my peeps got hurt
That night, I said a little prayer, me and
That's I heard the bustin, yeah