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 cause its bout to be live man
a parties 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 to expect, but thats the beauty perhaps
so I out of my crib followed by the door
meet up, get to the club, my way to the floor,
Im seeing girls showing flesh, shoes in full effect
my boys in the vicinity his to his left
her bootie on me, when his heads turned right
yo a cutie indeed, damn, but aint right
so I ignore her gestures, and with my business
enjoying music and some physical fitness
and when the nights over yo we're back at my crib
he dips to the store, so Im with his mistress
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, don't let me be tempted, cause I been route
sayin dont let me be tempted I been there before
(repeat)

(Verse 2)
And nights like that, Im dead tired at work
behind on deadlines and a boss thats a
2 years my belt, sitting here, whats the worth?
staring at a 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 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 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 convincing myself, my lies be true
and its funny, how money can change your
like a boat that floats false hope when sinking
Im flinching I with a pen in my palm
I see two doors so to my lord I sing song...

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

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