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 em sit for the Godfather
Then I holler to Justin my son run the
for the trust fund scholarship sure to give him power
Baby momma call she 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 my nigga Sam Sam
Picked me up, in the tan Lex
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, your favorite dish?
He ordered eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
What is this? Three niggaz dressed in
Roleys on they wrist, in they hat
One tapped me on my back, then at my stack
Put my on the trigger
I asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Daddy
gonna do when it's your turn to go
Whatchu gonna do 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)
Verse Two: Puff
I to God that I'm dreamin, I know my family
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 daddy is
Now she got beef with them bitches up the
All because I to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese
She knows, I keep the hoes, nation, to nation
On every radio station, in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, my wig
Attempt to murder me like Gills
Before they draw, threw me to the floor
holes 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 eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night

Verse Three: Daddy
Nothing but clouds and white fill my vision
Watching my go down, like Christian
Listen hear bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis
spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror
And deuce deuces stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no business in blizzard
they just kibitz, here's five shots to visit,
Blowin bullet holes sizes of door
Three headed for my straight, the other two
came a little late, and just barely 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 just to live, so I can raise my kid
and own the world, bone all the girlie
That's when I finally out
That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese father
And I didn't even to ask no further questions
No more only suggestions
I think Sam set me up, cause them bullets up
from the rear, and Sam was the only there
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, the heat
they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the light turns red, said, that's dead
They fled, and waved, hot lead
If I ain't duck, I'd be on my
Sucker move, for that they don't get no
Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't no shots
We in the block, no Land just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta
I'm to hold my own when they snatched me out the car
me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them same cats we chased two blocks had new
dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches
I smacked em, gave a speech, to mirth
Happiness, me and all my peeps got hurt
That night, I said a prayer, me and Justin
That's when I heard the bustin,