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

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

He used to hustle on the street
His mom would always beg him to quit, but he didn't
As he got older, he got even
a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse

A night in his hood, he had a tangle
The brother he was squabblin' with, had broke his
Laid him out in the
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 eyes and the brother
He chose the wrong way and that's the he took
Born and brought up as an but he died as a crook

He had a baby that he raise
And she never see her father again, 'cause he's in a grave
I always think about
"My daddy was a dopeman, so be a dope dealer"

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

Just the thought of a kid livin' fly me up
When his has to raise a bastard child
It gets deeper, he used to her and beat her
She was loyal to his ass but accused as a

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

The got me guessin'
But the answer remains to be a
He lived his in a lie
I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a to die

It was crazy how it
Some rolled by in the Riviera 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 stand a chance
You shoulda seen him, he was
A goes to his chest, and one to his head

He laid there in silence
And all I heard was the
Paramedics 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 brother on the side
your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ride
Packed it up in the
AK-47, and a pump

Rolled by [Incomprehensible] on Scott
School was out
"Yo you ain't shoot yet?", Watch me
Opened his trunk and a shotgun, he shot him

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

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

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

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

He tried to sneak the back way
Never thought of bein' out on that day
Black boy, coat
around the corner as he passed slit his throat

He didn't 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 died in the in the paper
Shit deeper but why?
I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a to die