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
the collars 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
Baby momma she pick him up in about an hour
Now free to go free to blow with the
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 down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite
He cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
What is this? Three dressed in black
Roleys on they wrist, in they hat
One tapped me on my back, pointed at my stack
Put my finger on the
then I asked him, "Whatchu nigga?"
Chorus: Daddy
Whatchu gonna do when it's your to go
Whatchu gonna do when you take no mo'
You cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow
Whatchu gonna do when it's turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Two: Puff Daddy
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 with them bitches up the
All because I used to creep, her girlfriend Sharese
She knows, I keep the hoes, nation, to nation
On radio station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz twist my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to me like Tommy Gills
Before 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 stop breathin
I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Combs?
Here's your eulogy, you at the Crossroads"
Bone

Verse Puff Daddy
Nothing but clouds and suits fill my vision
Watching my life go down, like
Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac
spraying like a hurricane in this war the terror game
And deuce deuces can't stand the
Little guns ain't got no business in blizzard
they kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet sizes of door knockers
headed for my chest straight, the other two
came a late, and just barely missed my face
I'm tryin to find a steady place between two
One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind
Shit, I'm tryin to live, so I can raise my kid
and own the world, bone all the girlie
That's I finally figured out
That's that nigga Arthur, Sharese baby father
And I didn't even bother to ask no further
No confessions only suggestions
I think Sam set me up, them bullets squeezed up
the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there
Then all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the seat, so I'm assumin them
niggaz didn't get to peep
Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
Clips they em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the turns red, nuff said, that's dead
fled, and they waved, hot lead
If I ain't duck, I'd be on my
move, for that they 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 gangsta niggaz I see of gangsta figures
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 chased two had new spots
dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches
I smacked em, gave a little speech, to
Happiness, me and all my peeps got hurt
That night, I said a prayer, me and Justin
when I heard the bustin, yeah