Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in Harlem fuckit day
another dollar wake up to the from the Rottweilers
Pull the collars make em sit for the
Then I to Justin my son run the water
for the shower trust scholarship sure to give him power
Baby call she pick him up in about an hour
Now free to go free to with the calicos
and the navajos it's just the way player knows
anything goes, caught up with my nigga Sam Sam
me up, in the tan Lex Land
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 wrist, feathers in they hat
One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my
Put my on the trigger
then I him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Puff
Whatchu gonna do it's your turn to go
gonna do when you can't take no mo'
You gonna cry like a or take it nice and slow
Whatchu do when it's your turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Two: Puff Daddy
I pray to God I'm dreamin, I know my family
wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He make it"
Mom Dukes cryin, baby mom full of
How she tell her son his daddy is deceased?
Now she got beef them bitches up the street
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 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 a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
Here's your eulogy, you at the Crossroads"
Bone

Verse Puff Daddy
Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my
Watching my life go down, like
Listen hear them rang, shotguns and Mac millis
spraying like a hurricane in war called the terror game
And deuce deuces stand the pain
guns ain't got no business in this blizzard
they kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet sizes of door knockers
Three headed for my chest straight, the two
came a little late, and barely missed my face
I'm tryin to find a steady place 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, bone all the girls
when I finally figured out
That's that nigga David Arthur, baby father
And I didn't even bother to ask no questions
No confessions only suggestions
I think Sam set me up, them bullets squeezed up
from the rear, and Sam was the only nigga
they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the seat, so I'm assumin them
niggaz didn't even get to
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the
Clips 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 ain't duck, I'd be on my
Sucker move, for that don't get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad ain't bust no shots
We in the block, no Land posters old posters
of niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta 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 cats we chased two blocks had new spots
washin dishes, I for goin out like bitches
I smacked em, gave a speech, to mirth
Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got
That night, I said a little prayer, me and
when I heard the bustin, yeah