Luyện nghe bài hát A Minute to Pray and a Second to Die

Life on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, others choose to wonder why
His life was at such an early age
A young nigga who lived in a died by the gage

He to hustle on the street corners
His mom always beg him to quit, but he didn't wanna
As he got older, he got worse
'Til a real nigga him the purpose of a hearse

A cold in his hood, he had a tangle
The he was squabblin' with, had broke his ankle
him out in the driveway
Some knew he wouldn't survive, but hey

I ain't the one to speak up on
All I can do is try to open his and help the brother
He chose the way and that's the route he took
and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook

He had a baby that he couldn't
And she will never see her father again, 'cause in a grave
I always about [Incomprehensible]
"My daddy was a dopeman, so be a dope dealer"

How will the explain it?
"My daughter had a baby for a head"
He ain't around to see her
Dry her eyes she cries, pick her up when she falls

the thought of a kid livin' fly fucks me up
When his girl has to raise a bastard
It gets deeper, he to punch her and beat her
She was to his ass but accused as a cheater

She had a good deck but she picked the wrong
Had a kid, now realizin' life is hard
A big dope dealer's all she wanted
Who a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it

The situation's got me
But the answer to be a question
He lived his in a lie
I guess you get a minute to pray, and a second to die

It was crazy how it
Some niggaz rolled by in the cappin'
All I could see was a spittin' rounds
And the boy was just screamin' as he to the ground

A yelled, "Get an ambulance"
But I knew he was dead, he didn't stand a
You shoulda seen him, he was
A goes to his chest, and one to his head

He just there in silence
And all I heard was the
pulled up
Followed by a law man and in a firetruck

Put his ass on the
But if he survives, I'm willin' to
He'll be out for
They patched him up a week, he was back at it again

Went to his on the North side
Grab shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ride
Packed it up in the
AK-47, M-11 and a

Rolled by on Scott Street
was lettin' out
"Yo you gonna shoot yet?", Watch me
his trunk and grabbed a shotgun, he shot him

Put his tooly on the seat
Continued his mission, as he headed down the
The kids was just starin' at other
J.D. rolled by and black's brother

Reached in his coat and grabbed a
Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the
On his way Collard
His brother was dazed in a shock, "Why you do it?"

Why you shot his Jay? Shit
Hah, man fuck that
Went to the to use the pay phone
up Mack, "Aiyyo, J.D. homey"

Hung it up and down Dagger
Headin' for the he was after
By the time he arrived at the
Malcolm was ready for

He tried to sneak around the way
thought of bein' taken out on that day
Black boy, black
Stood around the corner as he passed slit his

He fall so he fired
One to the of his skull, he's expired
A army came out
Twenty-seven niggaz all strapped out of one

That how it happens in the
One nigga in the park in the paper
Shit gets but why?
I guess you only get a to pray, and a second to die