Luyện nghe bài hát Tempted

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

(Chorus)
Father, let me be tempted, cause I been that route
sayin father dont let me be tempted I there before
(repeat)

(Verse 2)
And after nights that, Im dead tired at work
behind on deadlines and a boss thats a
2 years my belt, sitting here, whats the worth?
at a screen until my vision is blurred
word, Im to get by, cause I must survive
for measly checks till the day that I die?
never that, settle that I hear a voice in my head
just then I see a pen and for weeks ending
yeah I worked plenty, but the is when
I can say I 20 when I only did 10
and pretend, cause 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 real
so Im myself, my lies could be true
and its funny, how money can your thinking
like a boat that floats false when your sinking
Im I pause with a pen in my palm
I see two doors so to my I sing this song...

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

(Verse 3)
Im saying, ya thinking caps to the side
Im saying one time for your mind one
Im walking 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 gets angered, curses my way
disturbed but I say sorry man and keep walking
but he keeps talking chink! from his coffin
often words left herbs bloody like tampons
the settings ironic cause bout to get banked on
Im son, blood is pumping through veins
Im making knuckle sandwiches and is on me now
i know with pickle theres a way out
just brush my shoulders off and go with the route
but this time its different, or is it? I out
these thoughts in my mind, then my mouth I sang out