Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in fuckit another day
another dollar up to the barking from the Rottweilers
Pull the collars em sit for the Godfather
I holler to Justin my son run the water
for the trust fund scholarship sure to give him power
Baby call she pick him up in about an hour
Now free to go free to blow with the
and the navajos it's the way this player knows
anything goes, finally caught up with my Sam Sam
Picked me up, in the tan Lex
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite
He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the
What is this? niggaz dressed in black
Roleys on they wrist, in they hat
One me on my back, then pointed at my stack
Put my on the trigger
I asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Daddy
Whatchu gonna do when your turn to go
Whatchu gonna do when you can't no mo'
You gonna cry like a bitch or take it and slow
gonna do when it's your turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Verse Puff Daddy
I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I my family
wouldn't take it, 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 with them up the street
All I used 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 like 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
to see a nigga stop breathin
I a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
Here's eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night

Verse Three: Puff
Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my
Watching my life go down, Christian
Listen hear bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis
spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror
And deuce can't stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no in this blizzard
they just kibitz, here's shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet 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 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
when I finally figured out
That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby
And I didn't even bother to ask no further
No more only suggestions
I think Sam set me up, cause bullets 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 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 turns red, nuff said, that's dead
They fled, and waved, hot lead
If I duck, I'd be on my deathbed
Sucker move, for that don't get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad they bust no shots
We in the block, no posters just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta
I'm tryin to my own when they snatched me out the car
me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them cats we chased two blocks had new spots
dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches
I smacked em, a little speech, to mirth
Happiness, me and all my peeps got hurt
That night, I a little prayer, me and Justin
That's when I the bustin, yeah