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

Life goes on in the streets of my hood you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others to wonder why
His was took 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 would beg him to quit, but he didn't wanna
As he got older, he got worse
a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse

A cold night in his hood, he had a
The brother he was squabblin' with, had broke his
Laid him out in the
Some people knew he survive, but hey

I the one to speak up on another's
All I can do is try to open his eyes and the brother
He chose the wrong way and the route he took
Born and brought up as an but he died as a crook

He had a baby that he raise
And she will see her father again, 'cause he's in a grave
I always think about
"My was a dopeman, so I'ma be a dope dealer"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Went to his brother on the North
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 [Incomprehensible] on Scott
School was out
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?", me
his trunk and grabbed a shotgun, he shot him

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

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

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

Hung it up and down Dagger
Headin' for the nigga he was
By the time he at the scene
Malcolm was for anything

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

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

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