Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in fuckit another day
another dollar wake up to the from the Rottweilers
Pull the make em sit for the Godfather
Then I holler to Justin my son run the
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 just the way this player knows
anything goes, finally caught up my nigga Sam Sam
me up, in the tan Lex Land
Wanted down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite dish?
He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the
What is this? Three dressed in black
Roleys on they wrist, feathers in hat
One me on my back, then pointed at my stack
Put my finger on the
then I asked him, "Whatchu nigga?"
Puff Daddy
Whatchu gonna do when it's your to go
Whatchu gonna do when you take no mo'
You gonna cry like a bitch or it nice and slow
Whatchu gonna do it's your turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Puff
I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I know my
wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He make it"
Mom Dukes cryin, mom full of grief
How she tell her son his daddy is deceased?
Now she got beef with them bitches up the
All because I to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese
She knows, I keep the hoes, nation, to nation
On every station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why wanna twist my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to murder me Tommy Gills
Before they draw, threw me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the
They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin
to see a nigga stop breathin
I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Puffy Combs?
your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night

Verse Three: Puff
Nothing but and white suits fill my vision
Watching my life go down, like
Listen hear them rang, shotguns and Mac millis
spraying like a in this war called the terror game
And deuce can't stand the pain
Little guns got no business in this blizzard
they just kibitz, five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin 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 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, all the girlie girls
That's I finally figured out
That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby
And I didn't even to ask no further questions
No more confessions suggestions
I think Sam set me up, cause them squeezed up
from the rear, and Sam was the only there
Then they all out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm them
niggaz even get to peep
Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
Clips they em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's
fled, and they waved, hot lead
If I ain't duck, I'd be on my
Sucker move, for that don't get no props
Kim and them, mad they ain't 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
Took me in the 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 got hurt
That night, I said a prayer, me and Justin
when I heard the bustin, yeah