Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in Harlem another day
another dollar wake up to the barking the Rottweilers
Pull the collars em sit for the Godfather
I holler to Justin 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 to go free to blow with the calicos
and the navajos it's just the way player knows
anything goes, finally caught up my nigga Sam Sam
Picked me up, in the tan Lex
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's favorite dish?
He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the
What is this? Three niggaz dressed in
Roleys on they wrist, feathers in hat
One tapped me on my back, pointed at my stack
Put my on the trigger
I asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Daddy
Whatchu gonna do it's your turn to go
Whatchu gonna do when you can't no mo'
You cry like a bitch or take it nice 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 it, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it"
Mom Dukes cryin, baby mom full of
How she gonna tell her son his daddy is
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 station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz twist my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to murder me like Tommy
Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the
Drill in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket
They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin
Love to see a nigga breathin
I heard a voice out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
Here's eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
Bone

Verse Three: Puff
Nothing but clouds and suits fill my vision
my life go down, like Christian
Listen hear them bullets rang, and Mac millis
spraying a hurricane in this war called the terror game
And deuce deuces can't the pain
Little guns ain't got no business in blizzard
they just kibitz, here's five to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet holes sizes of door
headed for my chest straight, the other two
came a little late, and just barely missed my
I'm tryin to a steady place between two cars
One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind
Shit, I'm tryin to live, so I can raise my kid
and own the world, bone all the girlie
when I finally figured out
That's that David Arthur, Sharese baby father
And I didn't even bother to ask no questions
No more only suggestions
I Sam set me up, cause them bullets squeezed up
the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there
Then they all out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the seat, so I'm assumin them
niggaz didn't even get to
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, the heat
they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the light turns red, nuff said, dead
They fled, and waved, hot lead
If I duck, I'd be on my deathbed
move, for that they don't get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad they bust no shots
We in the block, no posters just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta
I'm tryin to hold my own when 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, cause me and all my got hurt
night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin
That's when I heard the bustin,