Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in Harlem fuckit day
dollar wake up to the barking from the Rottweilers
Pull the collars make em sit for the
I holler to Justin my son run the water
for the shower trust fund scholarship sure to him power
Baby call she pick him up in about an hour
Now free to go free to blow the calicos
and the navajos it's just the way this player
anything goes, finally caught up with my Sam Sam
Picked me up, in the tan Lex
Wanted breakfast at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite dish?
He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black
Roleys on wrist, feathers in they hat
One tapped me on my back, pointed at my stack
Put my finger on the
I asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Puff
gonna do when it's your turn to go
Whatchu gonna do when you take no mo'
You gonna cry a bitch or take it nice and slow
gonna do when it's your turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Puff
I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I my family
wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He ain't it"
Mom Dukes cryin, baby mom full of
How she gonna tell her son his 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 every station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to murder me like Gills
they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocket, Sam the rocket
They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin
Love to see a nigga stop
I a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
Here's eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
Bone

Verse Three: Daddy
Nothing but clouds and white suits my vision
Watching my life go down, Christian
Listen hear them rang, shotguns and Mac millis
spraying like a hurricane in war called the terror game
And deuce can't stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no business in blizzard
they kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin holes sizes of door knockers
Three for my chest straight, the other two
came a little late, and just barely my face
I'm to find a steady place between two cars
One of us gon' wind up dead, or behind bars
Shit, I'm just to live, so I can raise my kid
and own the world, all the girlie girls
That's when I finally out
That's that David Arthur, Sharese baby father
And I didn't even to ask no further questions
No more confessions suggestions
I Sam set me up, cause them bullets squeezed up
from the rear, and Sam was the only nigga
Then they all peeled out in the rental,
Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm assumin
niggaz didn't even get to
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the
Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't
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 ain't bust no
We in the block, no Land posters just old
of gangsta niggaz I see 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 blocks had new
dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches
I em, gave 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