Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

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

Monetana]
What do you do, them haters after you
Keep it 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 sweat on you, just keep it

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

[Paul
People think, my life is all about and such
If I'm suppose to it good, why is my life so rough
I'm straight, but sometimes I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody told me would get this tough, you gotta feel me though
Cause I trying to be sad
I thank God for everything I got, and all the I had
I work hard I still grind, all in the lab
The friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause people down, hating on me
we use to be down, but now you shady homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
Wondering when I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of is jealous, saying all that we rap about is swangas
Mad they c.d.'s, below the shelf like hangers
Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em ten fold
They got me hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do