Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

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

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

I sound like the mad 'cause I'm crazy
The radio be like "we you", but they never play me
I be doin' like "you ain't even gotta pay me"
I just wanna spread the same message that 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 rolled around strapped
I was busy chasing and money
I play ball and smoke weed the world was funny
I went to church a few times with my on a swivel
And I was for the bad ones that sat in the middle
I couldn't remember a sermon, I never caught the
And if Christians was tryin' to rap then I'm not tryin' to it
I never would've imagined I would be rhymin'
About the God that I couldn't confide in
Never planned to get married, raise a family, help kids 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 is soul rest
And I'm so blessed, at what He did to me
How could I keep to myself? Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just gon' to hate this
God's the only reason I'm able to say this