Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in Harlem another day
another dollar wake up to the barking from the
Pull the collars em sit for the Godfather
Then I holler to my son run the water
for the shower trust fund scholarship sure to him power
momma call she pick him up in about an hour
Now free to go to blow with the calicos
and the it's just the way this player knows
anything goes, finally up with my nigga Sam Sam
Picked me up, in the tan Lex
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your dish?
He cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
What is this? niggaz dressed in black
Roleys on they wrist, in they hat
One tapped me on my back, pointed 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 when you can't no mo'
You gonna cry like a or take it nice and slow
Whatchu gonna do when your turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Verse Puff Daddy
I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I my family
take it, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it"
Mom cryin, baby mom full of grief
How she tell her son his daddy is deceased?
Now she got beef them bitches up the street
All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend
She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to
On every station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to murder me Tommy Gills
Before they draw, niggaz me to the floor
holes in my pocket, Sam launch 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 Puffy
Here's your eulogy, you at the Crossroads"
Bone

Verse Puff Daddy
Nothing but and white suits fill my vision
my life go down, like Christian
Listen hear them bullets rang, and Mac millis
spraying like a hurricane in this war the terror game
And deuce can't stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no business in this
they just kibitz, here's five to visit, blaka
bullet holes sizes of door knockers
Three headed for my straight, the other two
came a late, and just barely missed my face
I'm tryin to find a steady place 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, all the girlie girls
That's when I finally out
That's that nigga David Arthur, baby father
And I didn't bother to ask no further questions
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 out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm them
didn't even get to peep
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the
Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit sweet
Once the light turns red, said, that's dead
fled, and they waved, hot lead
If I duck, I'd be on my deathbed
Sucker move, for 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 niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures
I'm to hold my own when they snatched me out the car
me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them same cats we two blocks had new spots
washin dishes, I for goin out like bitches
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