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 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, just to teach me a lesson
The situations progressing, it's stressing
I hope I don't fail my test and, the is on
They say pressure, busts pipes
So I my cool, and thank God for every 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 trying to maintain my pace, in the place I
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 just the words to my song what do I do

Monetana]
What do you do, when them after you
it real 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 here's for Broderick Brown, down
A 45 sentence, I don't like how that sound
We've been since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by in the slums
I'm thinking bout, where life went
45 of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
You plead guilty, for a charge
Even though the judge was harsh, still in charge
I be wishing that, I could go in time
And tell the judge that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I guess too late for that
I know court appointed lawyer, was whack
it ironic though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
And the way that we communicate, is through a pen
Don't give up, do what you do
Live your don't let your life live you, just keep on moving

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