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

Life goes on in the streets of my when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others 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 on the street corners
His mom would always beg him to quit, but he wanna
As he got older, he got even
'Til a real nigga him the purpose of a hearse

A cold in his hood, he had a tangle
The brother he was squabblin' with, had his ankle
him out in the driveway
Some people 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 help the
He chose the wrong way and that's the he took
and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook

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

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

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

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

The situation's got me
But the remains 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 how it happened
Some niggaz rolled by in the Riviera
All I could see was a pistol spittin'
And the boy was just screamin' as he fell to the

A yelled, "Get an ambulance"
But I knew he was dead, he stand a chance
You shoulda seen him, he was
A bullet to his chest, and one to his head

He just laid there in
And all I was the siren
Paramedics up
Followed by a law man and in came a

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

Went to his brother on the side
Grab your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a ride
it up in the trunk
AK-47, and a pump

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

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

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

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

Hung it up and rolled Dagger
for the nigga he was after
By the time he at the scene
was ready for anything

He tried to around the back way
Never thought of bein' taken out on day
boy, black coat
Stood around the as he passed slit his throat

He didn't fall so he
One to the of his skull, he's expired
A whole army out
Twenty-seven niggaz all strapped out of one

That how it in the acre
One nigga died in the park in the
gets deeper but why?
I you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die