Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, ain't all and cream
fame thing and this game bring, more pain than it seem
I ain't to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
But sometimes it just feels like, some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but ain't no
I wonder if God's, just trying to teach me a
The progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I don't fail my and, the heat is on
They say that pressure, busts
So I my cool, and thank God for every breath of my life
I'm steps to the right, but still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm in this backyard pond
I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I getting bronze
Who do I call to for advice, when all my mentors
This is my life, this ain't just the to my song what do I do

Monetana]
What do you do, when them after you
it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still and bang Screw, Swishahouse like what it do
Don't let them see the on you, just keep it real

Wall]
This one for Broderick Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how sound
We've been homies since Middle School, we were chums
But you got caught up, by life in the
I'm thinking bout, where your life
45 of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
You guilty, for a lesser charge
Even though the judge was harsh, God's in charge
I be wishing that, I go back in time
And tell the judge that that nine, and the strack was
would be fine, but I guess it's too late for that
I know that appointed lawyer, was whack
Ain't it though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
And the only way that we communicate, is a pen
Don't up, just do what you do
Live your life don't let your live you, just keep on moving

[Paul
People think, my is all about raps and such
If I'm to have it good, why is my life so rough
I'm walking straight, but I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody told me life would get this tough, you feel me though
I ain't trying to be sad
I thank God for I got, and all the blessings I had
I work I still grind, all night in the lab
The best friends I had, was a pen and a pad
Cause talking down, hating on me
Yeah we use to be down, but now you homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
Wondering when will I flop, I they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, all that we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf hangers
Should I the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold
They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the what do I do