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 make em sit for the Godfather
Then I holler to my son run the water
for the shower fund scholarship sure to give him power
Baby momma she pick him up in about an hour
Now free to go to blow with the calicos
and the navajos it's the way this player knows
anything goes, finally 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 cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
What is Three niggaz dressed in black
Roleys on they wrist, feathers in hat
One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my
Put my on the trigger
I asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Puff
Whatchu gonna do 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
Whatchu gonna do when it's turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Puff
I pray to God I'm dreamin, I know my family
wouldn't it, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it"
Mom cryin, baby mom full of grief
How she gonna tell her son his daddy is
Now she got beef with bitches up the street
All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend
She knows, I the hoes, from nation, to nation
On every station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to me like Tommy 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, heathens
Love to see a nigga breathin
I heard a voice out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night

Verse Three: Puff
but clouds and white suits fill my vision
Watching my go down, like Christian
Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac
spraying like a hurricane in this war called the game
And deuce deuces stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no business in blizzard
just kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet holes sizes of door
Three for my chest straight, the other two
came a late, and just barely missed my face
I'm tryin to a steady place between 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
That's when I finally out
that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby father
And I even bother to ask no further questions
No more confessions suggestions
I think Sam set me up, cause them squeezed up
from the rear, and Sam was the only there
Then all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the seat, so I'm assumin them
niggaz didn't get to peep
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, the heat
Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't
Once the light turns red, nuff said, dead
They fled, and they waved, hot
If I duck, I'd be on my deathbed
Sucker move, for that they get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't no shots
We in the block, no posters just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta
I'm tryin to hold my own when snatched me out the car
Took me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, you are"
Them same cats we two blocks had new spots
washin dishes, I guess for goin out bitches
I em, gave a little speech, to mirth
Happiness, me and all my peeps got hurt
That night, I said a little prayer, me and
That's when I heard the bustin,