Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, ain't all and cream
This fame thing and this game bring, more pain than it
I ain't to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
But sometimes it just feels like, there's missing
I got all the answers, but no questions
I wonder if God's, just to teach me a lesson
The progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I don't fail my and, the heat is on
say that pressure, busts pipes
So I keep my cool, and 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 gone
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song do I do

Monetana]
What do you do, when them haters you
Keep it real and it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse what it do
let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real

[Paul
This one here's for Brown, locked down
A 45 sentence, I don't like how that sound
We've been since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by in the slums
I'm thinking bout, where life went
45 years of your life spent, a aggravated robbery indictment
You plead guilty, for a charge
Even the judge was harsh, God's still in charge
I be that, I could go back in time
And tell the that that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I it's too late for that
I that court appointed lawyer, was whack
Ain't it ironic though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the
And the only way that we communicate, is a pen
Don't give up, just do you do
Live your life don't let your life live you, just keep on

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