Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Up in Harlem fuckit another day
another dollar wake up to the from the Rottweilers
Pull the make em sit for the Godfather
Then I holler to Justin my son run the
for the trust fund scholarship sure to give him power
momma call she pick him up in about an hour
Now free to go free to with the calicos
and the it's just the way this player knows
anything goes, caught up with my nigga Sam Sam
me up, in the tan Lex Land
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite
He cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black
Roleys on they wrist, feathers in hat
One me on my back, then pointed at my stack
Put my finger on the
then I asked him, "Whatchu nigga?"
Puff Daddy
Whatchu do when it's your turn to go
Whatchu gonna do you can't take no mo'
You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and
Whatchu gonna do when it's your to go
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Puff
I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I my family
wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He make it"
Mom cryin, baby mom full 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, from nation, to
On every radio station, in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, my wig
Attempt to me like Tommy Gills
Before they draw, threw me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the
wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens
Love to see a stop breathin
I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Combs?
Here's eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night

Verse Three: Daddy
but clouds and white suits fill my vision
Watching my go down, like Christian
Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac
spraying like a hurricane in this war called the game
And deuces can't stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no business in blizzard
they just kibitz, five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet holes of door knockers
Three headed for my straight, the other two
came a little late, and just barely my face
I'm tryin to find a place between two cars
One of us either wind up dead, or behind bars
Shit, I'm just tryin to live, so I can my kid
and own the world, all the girlie girls
That's I finally figured out
That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby
And I didn't even bother to ask no further
No confessions only suggestions
I think Sam set me up, them bullets squeezed up
from the rear, and Sam was the only nigga
Then all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm assumin
didn't even get to peep
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, the heat
they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's
They fled, and waved, hot lead
If I duck, I'd be on my deathbed
Sucker move, for that they don't get no
Lil' Kim and them, mad they bust no shots
We in the block, no Land posters old posters
of niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures
I'm tryin to hold my own they snatched me out the car
Took me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, you are"
Them same cats we chased two had new spots
washin dishes, I guess for out like bitches
I smacked em, a little speech, to mirth
Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got
That night, I said a prayer, me and Justin
That's when I the bustin, yeah