Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in Harlem fuckit day
another dollar up to the barking from the Rottweilers
Pull the make em sit for the Godfather
Then I to Justin my son run the water
for the trust fund scholarship sure to give him power
momma call 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
goes, finally caught up with my nigga 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 Three niggaz dressed in black
on they wrist, feathers in they hat
One me on my back, then pointed at my stack
Put my finger on the
then I him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Puff Daddy
Whatchu gonna do when your turn to go
gonna do when you can't take no mo'
You gonna cry like a bitch or take it and slow
Whatchu gonna do when your turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Two: Puff Daddy
I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I know my
wouldn't take it, when the said, "He ain't make it"
Mom Dukes cryin, baby mom of grief
How she gonna tell her son his is deceased?
Now she got with them bitches 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 niggaz wanna my shit, flip my wig
to murder me like Tommy Gills
Before they draw, threw me to the floor
Drill in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket
They wanna rip my out the socket, fuckin heathens
to see a nigga stop breathin
I heard a voice out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
Here's your eulogy, you at the Crossroads"
Bone

Verse Three: Daddy
Nothing but and white suits fill my vision
Watching my go down, like Christian
Listen hear them rang, shotguns and Mac millis
spraying like a hurricane in this war called the game
And deuce deuces can't the pain
Little guns ain't got no in this blizzard
they just kibitz, here's five shots to visit,
Blowin bullet holes sizes of door
Three for my chest straight, the other two
came a little late, and barely missed my face
I'm tryin to find a steady between two cars
One of us gon' either wind up dead, or bars
Shit, I'm just tryin to live, so I can 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 bother to ask no further
No more confessions suggestions
I think Sam set me up, cause 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 them
didn't even get to peep
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the
Clips they em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
the light turns red, nuff said, that's dead
They fled, and waved, hot lead
If I duck, I'd be on my deathbed
move, for that they don't get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad they bust no shots
We in the block, no Land just old posters
of niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures
I'm tryin to hold my own when they me out the car
me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them same cats we chased two blocks had new
washin dishes, I for goin out like bitches
I smacked em, gave a little speech, to
Happiness, cause me and all my got hurt
That night, I a little prayer, me and Justin
That's I heard the bustin, yeah