Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in Harlem fuckit day
another dollar wake up to the barking from the
the collars make em sit for the Godfather
Then I holler to my son run the water
for the trust fund scholarship 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 just the way this knows
anything goes, caught up with my nigga Sam Sam
Picked me up, in the tan Lex
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite
He ordered 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
then I him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Daddy
Whatchu gonna do it's your turn to go
Whatchu do when you can't take no mo'
You cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow
Whatchu gonna do when your turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Two: Puff Daddy
I pray to God I'm dreamin, I know my family
wouldn't it, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it"
Mom Dukes cryin, mom full of grief
How she gonna tell her son his daddy is
Now she got beef with them bitches up the
All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend
She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to
On radio station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why wanna twist my shit, flip my wig
to murder me like Tommy Gills
Before draw, niggaz threw me to the floor
holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket
They rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens
to see a nigga stop breathin
I heard a voice out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
Here's eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
Bone

Verse Puff Daddy
but clouds and white suits fill my vision
Watching my life go down, like
Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac
spraying like a hurricane in this war called the game
And deuce deuces can't stand the
Little guns ain't got no business in blizzard
they kibitz, here's five 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 between two cars
One of us gon' either wind up dead, or bars
Shit, I'm just tryin to live, so I can my kid
and own the world, bone all the girlie
That's when I figured out
That's that David Arthur, Sharese baby father
And I didn't bother to ask no further questions
No more confessions 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 them
niggaz didn't get to peep
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the
they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the light red, nuff said, that's dead
They fled, and they waved, hot
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 no shots
We in the block, no posters just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see of gangsta figures
I'm tryin to hold my own they snatched me out the car
Took me in the and said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them same cats we chased two had new spots
dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches
I em, gave a little speech, to mirth
Happiness, me and all my peeps got hurt
night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin
That's when I the bustin, yeah