Luyện nghe bài hát Tempted

(Verse 1)
The phone rings, its a to 9
Im slippin on some fresh kicks and jacket matching lining
my on the line and announcing the time and
how I need to hurry its bout to be live man
a jumping off Djs bringin beats
my boys bringing his girl, the one he met last
mad geeked he says and ends the conversation with that
not sure what to expect, but thats the perhaps
so I rush out of my followed by the door
up, get to the club, make my way to the floor,
Im seeing girls showing flesh, shoes in full effect
my in the vicinity his girls to his left
her bootie on me, when his heads turned right
yo a cutie indeed, damn, but something aint
so I ignore her gestures, and with my business
just music and some physical fitness
and when the nights over yo we're at my boys crib
he dips to the store, so Im with his mistress
she sits at a ..but what is this?
throwing charm like javelins traveling within inches
I duck and but now her hands on my leg
damn shes towards red I hold my head and beg

(Chorus)
Father, don't let me be tempted, cause I been route
father dont let me be tempted I been there before
(repeat)

(Verse 2)
And after nights like that, Im dead at work
behind on deadlines and a thats a jerk
2 years under my belt, sitting here, the worth?
staring at a screen until my vision is
word, Im to get by, cause I must survive
living for checks till the day that I die?
never that, settle that I hear a in my head sing
then I see a pen and timecard for weeks ending
yeah I plenty, but the question is when
I can say I 20 when I only did 10
and pretend, with the extra ends theres plenty to spend on
or if accounts in the red, its what Ill on
once the rents gone, and its due soon
so Im convincing myself, my lies be true
and its funny, how money can your thinking
like a boat that floats false when your sinking
Im flinching I pause with a pen in my
I see two doors so to my lord I this song...

(Chorus)
Saying father, let me be tempted, cause I been that route
saying father dont let me be tempted I been there
(repeat)

(Verse 3)
Im saying, twist ya caps to the side
Im saying one time for mind one time
Im like the ave on a hot ass day
just got off that job with modest pay
but yo Im on my way up on my way
banks at 6 and cash is calling my name
so as I rush the door I brush shoulders this stranger
who angered, throwing curses my way
straight disturbed but I say sorry man and walking
but he talking shouting chink! from his coffin
often that words left bloody like tampons
the settings ironic someones bout to get banked on
Im amped son, blood is pumping through
Im making knuckle and lunch is on me now
i know every pickle theres a way out
just brush my shoulders off and go with the safe
but this time its different, or is it? I out
these thoughts in my mind, then from my I sang out