Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

Hey listen talk that college talk
Wayne talks
Jay-z's money mayne and (Kan) ye talk fame
And say I talk about the same ole thang
Reason that I sound the cause the truth don't change
Look, get it twisted like a lemon in the spirit
If I ain't killin' I must be talking bout healin'
And I ain't talking bout how Jesus make me a million
With my hands to the ceiling I got that feelin'
Head bowed down, to the floor
You a Christian and you rap? That be the way you flow - No
I talk like mama on her death bed
The birth of a child, the soldier losing his leg
Who gon write to give him hope in his chair
Addicted to killers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was probably tryin' to make his 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 chick
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 sing a thing
got no kind of angle
I tryin play you, ain't gotta know my name,
You ain't know my name
But in my short time on this
I done died, rebirthed
And I know this strange to you
So me a little time, let me spit a couple lines
And I it might just change 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 grew up just like you
Tellin' my heroes "Man I wanna be just you"
I got in went to court
Judge showed me couple inmates and he me man
They started off like you
I never rolled around
I was busy chasing and money
I play ball and smoke weed thought the was funny
I went to church a few times with my head on a
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 I'm not tryin' to hear it
I never would've imagined I would be rhymin'
the same God that I couldn't confide in
Never to get married, raise a family, help kids grow up
Visit people in prison, I was busy tryin' to up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way these dress
Or the engine in the truck, all I want is soul
And I'm so blessed, at what He did to me
How I keep this to myself? Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just gon' to hate this
'Cause God's the only I'm able to say this