Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

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

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

[Paul
This one here's for Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that
been homies since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by life in the
I'm thinking bout, where your life
45 years of life spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
You guilty, for a lesser charge
Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in
I be wishing that, I could go in time
And tell the that that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I guess it's too 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 that we communicate, is a pen
give up, just do what you do
Live life don't let your life live you, just keep on moving

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