Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in fuckit another day
another dollar wake up to the barking the Rottweilers
Pull the collars make em sit for the
Then I holler to Justin my son run the
for the shower trust fund sure to give him power
momma 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, finally up with my nigga Sam Sam
me up, in the tan Lex Land
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite
He cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
What is this? Three niggaz 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 your turn to go
Whatchu gonna do you can't 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 to God that I'm dreamin, I know my family
wouldn't take it, the doctor said, "He ain't make it"
Mom Dukes cryin, mom full of grief
How she gonna her son his daddy is deceased?
Now she got beef 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 radio station, in rotation, uhh
why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to me like Tommy Gills
Before draw, niggaz threw 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 heard a sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night

Verse Puff Daddy
Nothing but clouds and suits fill 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 terror
And deuce can't stand the pain
Little guns got no business in this blizzard
they kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
bullet holes sizes of door knockers
Three headed for my chest straight, the two
came a late, and just barely missed my face
I'm to find a steady place between two cars
One of us gon' either wind up dead, or bars
Shit, I'm tryin to live, so I can raise my kid
and own the world, bone all the girls
That's when I figured out
that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby father
And I didn't even bother to ask no questions
No more only suggestions
I think Sam set me up, cause bullets squeezed up
from the rear, and Sam was the nigga there
they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the seat, so I'm assumin them
niggaz didn't get to peep
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, the heat
they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the light red, nuff said, that's dead
They fled, and waved, hot lead
If I ain't duck, I'd be on my
Sucker move, for they don't get no props
Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no shots
We in the block, no Land just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta
I'm tryin to hold my own when snatched me out the car
me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them same cats we chased two blocks had new
washin dishes, I guess for out like bitches
I smacked em, a little speech, to mirth
Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got
That night, I said a prayer, me and Justin
That's I heard the bustin, yeah