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
Then I to Justin my son run the water
for the trust fund scholarship sure to give him power
Baby momma she pick him up in about an hour
Now free to go free to blow the calicos
and the it's just the way this player 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 dish?
He ordered eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
What is this? Three niggaz in black
Roleys on they wrist, in they hat
One me on my back, then pointed at my stack
Put my finger on the
I asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Daddy
gonna do when it's your turn to go
Whatchu gonna do when you take no mo'
You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and
Whatchu gonna do when it's your to go
(repeat 2X)
Two: Puff Daddy
I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I know my
wouldn't take it, the doctor said, "He ain't make it"
Mom Dukes cryin, mom full of grief
How she gonna her son his daddy is deceased?
Now she got beef with them bitches up the
All because I used to creep, her girlfriend Sharese
She knows, I the hoes, from nation, to nation
On radio station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, my wig
Attempt to murder me like Tommy
Before they draw, niggaz me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the
wanna 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?
Here's eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
Bone

Verse Puff Daddy
Nothing but clouds and white suits my vision
Watching my life go down, like
Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac
spraying like a in this war called the terror game
And deuce deuces can't stand the
Little ain't got no business in this blizzard
just kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet sizes of door knockers
headed for my chest 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 either wind up dead, or behind bars
Shit, I'm just to live, so I can raise my kid
and own the world, bone all the girlie
That's when I figured out
That's that nigga David Arthur, baby father
And I didn't even bother to ask no questions
No more confessions suggestions
I Sam set me up, cause them bullets squeezed up
the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there
Then all peeled 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 ain't
Once the light turns red, said, that's dead
fled, and they waved, hot lead
If I ain't duck, I'd be on my
Sucker move, for they don't get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad they bust no shots
We in the block, no Land posters old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of figures
I'm tryin to my own when they snatched me out the car
Took me in the and said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them same cats we chased two blocks had new
washin dishes, I guess for out like bitches
I smacked em, gave a speech, to mirth
Happiness, cause me and all my got hurt
night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin
That's when I the bustin, yeah