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 make em sit for the
Then I holler to Justin my son run the
for the shower trust 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 it's just the way player knows
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 your favorite
He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the
What is this? Three niggaz in black
on they wrist, feathers in they hat
One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my
Put my finger on the
then I asked him, "Whatchu nigga?"
Puff Daddy
Whatchu gonna do when your turn to go
gonna do when you can't take no mo'
You gonna cry like a or take it nice 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, baby mom full of
How she gonna tell her son his is deceased?
Now she got beef with them up the street
All because I used to creep, with her Sharese
She knows, I the hoes, from nation, to nation
On every station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to me like Tommy Gills
Before they draw, threw me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the
They rip my arms out the socket, fuckin 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: Daddy
but clouds and white suits fill my vision
Watching my life go down, like
Listen them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis
spraying a hurricane in this war called the terror game
And deuce can't stand the pain
Little guns got no business in this blizzard
they kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet holes sizes of door
headed for my chest straight, the other two
came a late, and just barely missed my face
I'm tryin to a steady place between two cars
One of us gon' either 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
when I finally figured out
That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese father
And I didn't even bother to ask no further
No confessions only suggestions
I think Sam set me up, cause bullets squeezed up
the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there
Then they all peeled out in the rental,
Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm assumin
niggaz didn't get to peep
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the
Clips they feelin em, to the top, ain't sweet
Once the light turns red, said, that's dead
They fled, and waved, hot lead
If I duck, I'd be on my deathbed
Sucker move, for that they get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no
We in the block, no Land just old posters
of niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures
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
dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches
I smacked em, gave a little speech, to
Happiness, me and all my peeps got hurt
night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin
That's I heard the bustin, yeah