Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Up in Harlem fuckit 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 shower trust fund scholarship sure to him power
Baby momma 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, finally caught up my nigga Sam Sam
me up, in the tan Lex Land
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, your favorite dish?
He ordered cheese and grits, I had the swordfish
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black
Roleys on wrist, feathers in they hat
One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my
Put my on the trigger
then I asked him, "Whatchu nigga?"
Chorus: Daddy
Whatchu 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 and slow
Whatchu gonna do when it's your to go
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Puff
I to God that I'm dreamin, I know my family
wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He ain't it"
Mom Dukes cryin, baby mom 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, with her Sharese
She knows, I keep the hoes, 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 Gills
Before they draw, niggaz me to the floor
Drill in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket
They rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens
Love to see a stop breathin
I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Combs?
your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night

Verse Three: Daddy
Nothing but clouds and suits fill my vision
Watching my go down, like Christian
Listen hear bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis
spraying like a hurricane in war called the terror game
And deuce deuces can't stand the
Little guns ain't got no in this blizzard
they just kibitz, five shots to visit, blaka
bullet holes sizes of door knockers
Three for my chest straight, the other two
came a little late, and just 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 girls
That's I finally figured out
That's nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby father
And I even bother to ask no further questions
No confessions only suggestions
I think Sam set me up, cause them bullets up
from the rear, and Sam was the only there
they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the seat, so I'm assumin them
niggaz didn't even get to
Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
Clips they feelin em, to the top, ain't sweet
Once the turns red, nuff said, that's dead
They fled, and waved, hot lead
If I ain't duck, I'd be on my
Sucker move, for that they don't get no
Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no
We in the block, no Land just old posters
of gangsta I see ghosts of gangsta figures
I'm tryin to my own when they snatched me out the car
Took me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, you are"
Them same cats we chased two had new spots
washin dishes, I guess for goin out like
I em, gave a little speech, to mirth
Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got
That night, I said a prayer, me and Justin
That's I heard the bustin, yeah