Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

Gimme a second, a second yeah
a second, listen what I'm sayin to you
Uh huh, listen, a second
All I need is a yeah
Gimme a second, uh

Hey listen Cole talk college talk
Wayne talks
Jay-z's talkin' money mayne and (Kan) ye fame
And people say I talk about the ole thang
Reason that I sound the same cause the truth change
Look, people get it twisted a lemon in the spirit
If I ain't talking killin' I must be talking bout
And I ain't bout how Jesus gonna make me a million
With my hands to the ceiling I got that spiritual
Head bowed down, knees to the
You a Christian and you rap? must be the way you flow - No
I talk reality like mama on her bed
The of a child, the soldier losing his left leg
Who gon write songs to him hope in his chair
Addicted to killers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was probably tryin' to his next hit
Talking what I got, who I shot and who I tip
Couldn't be more common if them boys made
Couldn't be more common if was they chick
And this is not a diss, how reality sound
Let it off my mind, this how my mentality

I do, I do for you
I don't wanna single a thing, I wanna sing a thing
Ain't got no of angle
I ain't tryin play you, ain't gotta my name,
You ain't gotta know my
But in my short on this Earth
I died, been rebirthed
And I know this strange to you
So me a little time, let me spit a couple lines
And I promise it might just you too

I sound the mad rapper 'cause I'm crazy
The be like "we love you", but they never play me
I be doin' shows like "you ain't even pay me"
I just spread the same message that done saved me
You see I probably grew up just you
Tellin' my heroes "Man I wanna be just you"
I got in trouble went to
Judge me couple inmates and he told me man
They started off like you
I never rolled strapped
I was busy chasing and money
I play ball and weed thought the world was funny
I to church a few times with my head on a swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad that sat in the middle
I couldn't remember a sermon, I caught the spirit
And if Christians was tryin' to rap I'm not tryin' to hear it
I would've imagined that I would be rhymin'
the same God that I couldn't confide in
Never to get married, raise a family, help kids grow up
people in prison, I was busy tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way these dress
Or the engine in the truck, all I want is rest
And I'm so blessed, at what He did to me
How could I keep this to Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just gon' have to this
'Cause God's the only I'm able to say this