Luyện nghe bài hát Tempted

(Verse 1)
The phone rings, its a to 9
Im slippin on some fresh and jacket with matching lining
my boys on the line and the time and
how I need to hurry its bout to be live man
a jumping off Djs bringin beats
my bringing his girl, the one he met last week
mad geeked he says peace and the conversation with that
not sure to expect, but thats 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, 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 proceed with my
just enjoying music and physical fitness
and the nights over yo we're back at my boys crib
he dips to the store, so Im alone his mistress
she at a distance ..but what is this?
Shes throwing like javelins traveling within inches
I duck and dodge but now her on my leg
damn shes towards red I hold my head and beg

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

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

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

(Verse 3)
Im saying, twist ya thinking to the side
Im saying one for your mind one time
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 close at 6 and cash is calling my
so as I rush the door I shoulders with this stranger
who gets angered, curses my way
straight disturbed but I say man and keep walking
but he keeps shouting chink! from his coffin
often that left herbs bloody like tampons
the settings ironic cause someones to get banked on
Im amped son, blood is through veins
Im making sandwiches and lunch is on me now
i know with pickle theres a way out
brush my shoulders off and go with the safe route
but time its different, or is it? I play out
these thoughts in my mind, from my mouth I sang out