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 to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
But sometimes it just feels like, there's some'ing
I got all the answers, but ain't no
I wonder if God's, just to teach me a lesson
The progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I don't fail my and, the heat 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 getting bronze
Who do I call to for advice, all my mentors gone
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song do I do

[Hook:
What do you do, them haters after you
Keep it real and 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 it real

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This one here's for Broderick Brown, locked
A 45 sentence, I don't like how that sound
We've been homies since Middle School, we childhood chums
But you got up, by life in the slums
I'm bout, where your life went
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery
You plead guilty, for a lesser
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
would be fine, but I guess it's too late for that
I know court appointed lawyer, was whack
Ain't it ironic though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the
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 live you, just 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 straight, but sometimes I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody told me 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 grind, all night in the lab
The best friends I had, was a pen and a pad
Cause talking down, hating 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, saying all that we rap 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 cold do I do