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, while choose to wonder why
His was took at such an early age
A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the

He used to hustle on the corners
His mom always beg him to quit, but he didn't wanna
As he got older, he got even
'Til a real 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 people knew he survive, but hey

I ain't the one to 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 he couldn't 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 family it?
"My daughter had a for a 'caine head"
He ain't to see her walk
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 accused as a

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

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

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

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

He just laid in silence
And all I was the siren
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 brother on the side
Grab your shit, a hit, we're gonna take a long ride
it up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a

Rolled by [Incomprehensible] on Scott
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 down the street
The kids was just at each other
J.D. rolled by and smoked brother

Reached in his coat and a 'port
Full speed 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 moms Shit
Hah, man fuck bitch
to the store to use the pay phone
up Mack, "Aiyyo, J.D. homey"

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

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

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

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