Luyện nghe bài hát Do You Know?

Then there are the times in my
I feel trapped
Feel no way out
No
To be honest I don't where my life is goin
I'll end up at
I don't know

Verse Puff Daddy

I back and saw the cat focus took notice
Stayed away from the til his rise began
Phillies stacked his played the brokest
til he seemed hopeless to be the dopest, cat comin
Track stunnin, singin, his name ringin
Money starts to pile, start to wild
Top notch drop top make everything he hot
He dream, visualize, plot and
Got the cream without the beam
Witcha fire eye slow, 8-5-0
Jet tint still, they might know
Who the cat the strings of rap and R&B
Trapped inside of a starrin me, so far

repeat 2X

Do you where you're goin to?
Do you like the things life is showing you?
Where are you to? Do you know?

Verse Two: Daddy

Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin cats who move bricks
Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack
Suck for dough, now she fuck for up in Buffalo
Real G's her back swell
Only head to those niggaz who rapped well
Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool
spread, half a G she took, six or more
Two bagged up, four raw
of my mind countin up the big score
Violators from the door, she lookin up the floor
Sore from all the pain her body couldn't
So far pure, rotten to the core
Either or, for sure, inside the world of a whore

Verse Puff Daddy

Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and whips
cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold
to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block
In Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on
Bitches dyin to get on, suck a or get shit on
Don't understand playin wit it
Players get these open and let they man hit it
that, you can trust that, if I had a gun
I'd release black and bust back
See how these players love that, to the point
I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I fake it
I wanna myself, to feel the thrill myself
And I can't be a player, wanna kill myself, trust

w/ variations

I on this road for a long time now
At time it seems like the road is gonna end
On this road there's a lotta, hills and
and valleys
Even a lot of potholes on this
never smooth, on the road of life
I know where I'm going
I just know I wanna end up at

Chorus w/

Lord can you help me get
let me get there

*piano interlude, again*