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
a second, uh yeah

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

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

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