Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

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

I do, I do for you
I don't single a thing, I don't wanna sing a thing
got no kind of angle
I ain't tryin play you, gotta know my name,
You ain't gotta my name
But in my short on this Earth
I done died, rebirthed
And I know this 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 "we love you", but they never play me
I be shows like "you ain't even gotta pay me"
I just wanna spread the same message done saved me
You see I probably up just like you
Tellin' my heroes "Man I be just like you"
I got in went to court
showed me couple inmates and he told me man
They started off like you
I never around strapped
I was busy chasing girls and
I play ball and smoke weed the world was funny
I went to church a few with my head on a swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad ones that sat in the
I remember a sermon, I never caught the spirit
And if Christians was tryin' to rap then I'm not tryin' to it
I never imagined that I would be rhymin'
About the same God that I couldn't in
planned to get married, raise a family, help kids grow up
Visit people in prison, I was tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way these folks
Or the engine in the truck, all I want is rest
And I'm so blessed, look at He did to me
How could I this to myself? Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just have to hate this
God's the only reason I'm able to say this