Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

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

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

[Paul
This one here's for Broderick Brown, locked
A 45 year sentence, I like how that sound
We've been homies since School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by life in the
I'm bout, where your life went
45 years of your life spent, with a robbery indictment
You guilty, for a lesser charge
Even the judge was harsh, God's still in charge
I be wishing that, I 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 know that court appointed lawyer, was
Ain't it ironic though, you in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
And the way that we communicate, is through a pen
give up, just do what you do
Live your life don't let your life you, just keep on moving

[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 I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody me life would get this 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 work hard I still grind, all in the lab
The best I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause people talking down, on me
Yeah we use to be down, but now you homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
Wondering will I flop, I know they waiting 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 ten fold
They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold do I do