Luyện nghe bài hát Tempted

(Verse 1)
The phone rings, its a to 9
Im on some fresh kicks and jacket with matching lining
my boys on the and announcing the time and
how I need to hurry its bout to be live man
a parties jumping off Djs bringin
my boys bringing his girl, the one he met week
mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation that
not what to expect, but thats the beauty perhaps
so I rush out of my followed by the door
meet up, get to the club, my way to the floor,
Im seeing showing flesh, dancing shoes in full effect
my in the vicinity his girls to his left
rubbing her on me, when his heads turned right
yo a cutie indeed, damn, but aint 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 to the store, so Im alone with his mistress
she sits at a distance ..but what is
Shes throwing charm like javelins traveling within
I duck and but now her hands on my leg
damn shes creeping red I hold my head and beg

(Chorus)
Father, don't let me be tempted, cause I that 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 my belt, sitting here, whats the worth?
at a screen until my vision is blurred
word, Im trying to get by, I must survive
living for measly checks till the day I die?
never that, settle that I hear a in my head sing
just then I see a pen and timecard for weeks
yeah I worked plenty, but the question is
I can say I 20 when 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
the rents gone, and its due real soon
so Im myself, my lies could be true
and its funny, how can change 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 lord I this song...

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

(Verse 3)
Im saying, twist ya caps to the side
Im saying one for your mind one time
Im like 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 calling my
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 ironic cause someones bout to get banked on
Im amped son, is pumping through veins
Im making sandwiches and lunch is on me now
i know with every pickle 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, then from my I sang out