Luyện nghe bài hát Tempted

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

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

(Verse 2)
And nights like that, Im dead tired at work
behind on deadlines and a boss a jerk
2 under my belt, sitting here, whats the worth?
staring at a screen until my vision is
word, Im trying to get by, cause I must
for measly checks till the day that I die?
never that, that I hear a voice in my head sing
just I see a pen and timecard for weeks ending
I worked plenty, but the question is when
I can say I worked 20 when I did 10
and pretend, cause with the ends theres plenty to spend on
or if accounts in the red, its what Ill on
the rents gone, and its due real soon
so Im convincing myself, my lies be true
and its funny, how money can change your
like a boat that floats false hope when your
Im flinching I pause a pen in my palm
I see two so to my lord I sing this song...

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

(Verse 3)
Im saying, twist ya thinking caps to the
Im one time for your mind one time
Im like the ave on a hot ass day
just got off that job that modest pay
but yo Im on my way up on my way
banks close at 6 and is calling my name
so as I rush the door I brush shoulders this stranger
who gets angered, curses my way
straight disturbed but I say man and keep walking
but he keeps talking shouting chink! from his
often that words left herbs bloody like
the settings ironic cause someones 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 route
but this its different, or is it? I play out
these thoughts in my mind, then my mouth I sang out