Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, ain't all peaches and
This fame thing and this game bring, more pain than it
I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm 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, trying to teach me a lesson
The progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I don't my test and, the heat is on
They say that pressure, busts
So I keep my cool, and thank God for breath of my life
I'm taking steps to the right, but still I end up
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this backyard
I'm trying to my pace, in the place I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I keep bronze
Who do I call to for advice, all my mentors gone
This is my life, this just the words to my song what do I do

[Hook:
What do you do, them haters after you
Keep it and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still swang and Screw, Swishahouse like what it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you, just it real

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

[Paul
People think, my is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to it good, why is my life so rough
I'm walking straight, but sometimes I need to on a crutch
Nobody told me life get this tough, you gotta feel me though
Cause I ain't to be sad
I thank God for I got, and all the blessings I had
I work hard I grind, all night in the lab
The best friends I had, was a pen and a pad
people 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 when will I flop, I know they on me
A lot of is jealous, saying all that we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, the shelf like hangers
Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten
They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the what do I do