Luyện nghe bài hát What You Gonna Do

It's a Hell Up in Harlem another day
another wake up to the barking from the Rottweilers
Pull the collars make em sit for the
I holler to Justin my son run the water
for the shower trust fund sure to give him power
momma call she pick him up in about an hour
Now to go free to blow with the calicos
and the navajos it's just the way this player
anything goes, caught up with my nigga Sam Sam
Picked me up, in the tan Lex
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your dish?
He ordered eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
What is this? Three niggaz dressed in
on they wrist, feathers in they hat
One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my
Put my on the trigger
I asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Daddy
Whatchu gonna do when your turn to go
Whatchu gonna do you can't take no mo'
You gonna cry like a bitch or it nice and slow
Whatchu gonna do it's your turn 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 her son his daddy is deceased?
Now she got with them bitches up the street
All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend
She knows, I keep the hoes, nation, to nation
On every station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz twist my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to murder me like Tommy
Before they draw, threw me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the
They wanna rip my out the socket, fuckin heathens
Love to see a nigga breathin
I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Combs?
Here's your eulogy, you at the Crossroads"
G'night

Verse Puff Daddy
Nothing but clouds and white fill my vision
my life go down, like Christian
Listen hear them bullets rang, and Mac millis
spraying like a hurricane in this war called the game
And deuce can't stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no in this blizzard
they just kibitz, five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet holes of door knockers
Three headed for my straight, the other two
a little 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 bars
Shit, I'm tryin to live, so I can raise my kid
and own the world, bone all the girls
when I finally figured out
That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby
And I even bother 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 nigga
Then all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the seat, so I'm assumin them
didn't even get to peep
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the
Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't
Once the turns red, nuff said, that's dead
They fled, and waved, hot lead
If I duck, I'd be on my deathbed
Sucker move, for that they get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no
We in the block, no Land posters just old
of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta
I'm tryin to hold my own when they me out the car
Took me in the and said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them same we chased two blocks had new spots
washin dishes, I guess for goin out like
I smacked em, gave a little speech, to
Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got
night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin
That's I heard the bustin, yeah