Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in Harlem another day
dollar wake up to the barking from the Rottweilers
Pull the make em sit for the Godfather
Then I holler to Justin my son run the
for the shower fund scholarship 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 just the way this player knows
anything goes, finally caught up with my Sam Sam
Picked me up, in the tan Lex
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your dish?
He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the
What is this? Three niggaz dressed in
Roleys on they wrist, in they hat
One me on my back, then pointed at my stack
Put my on the trigger
then I him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Daddy
Whatchu gonna do when it's your to go
Whatchu gonna do when you take no mo'
You cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow
Whatchu gonna do when it's your to go
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Puff
I to God that I'm dreamin, I know my family
wouldn't take it, when the 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 with them bitches up the street
All I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese
She knows, I the hoes, from nation, to nation
On every station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, my wig
Attempt to murder me like Tommy
Before they draw, niggaz me to the floor
Drill in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket
They wanna rip my arms out the socket, heathens
Love to see a stop breathin
I heard a voice out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night

Verse Three: Puff
Nothing but clouds and white fill my vision
Watching my life go down, like
Listen hear them bullets rang, and Mac millis
like a hurricane in this war called the terror game
And deuce deuces stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no business in this
they just kibitz, here's shots to visit, blaka
bullet holes sizes of door knockers
Three for my chest straight, the other two
a little late, and just barely missed my face
I'm tryin to find a steady place between two
One of us gon' 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 girlie
That's I finally figured out
That's that nigga Arthur, Sharese baby father
And I didn't bother to ask no further 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 all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm them
niggaz didn't even get to
Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit sweet
Once the light turns red, nuff said, 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 ain't bust no
We in the block, no posters just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see of gangsta figures
I'm to hold my own when they snatched me out the car
Took me in the and said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them same cats we chased two blocks had new
washin dishes, I guess for goin out like
I smacked em, gave a little speech, to
Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got
night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin
That's when I the bustin, yeah