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, a second
All I need is a yeah
a second, uh yeah

Hey Cole talk that college talk
Wayne gangs
Jay-z's money mayne and (Kan) ye talk fame
And people say I talk about the same ole
Reason I sound the same cause the truth don't change
Look, people get it twisted like a lemon in the
If I ain't talking I must be talking bout healin'
And I ain't talking bout how Jesus gonna make me a
With my hands to the ceiling I got spiritual 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 losing his left leg
Who gon songs to give him hope in his chair
to pain killers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was tryin' to make his next hit
Talking looking I got, who I shot and who I tip
Couldn't be more common if boys made sense
Couldn't be more common if Serena was chick
And this is not a diss, this how reality
Let it off my mind, how my mentality sound

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

I like the mad rapper '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 wanna spread the same message that done saved me
You see I probably up just like you
Tellin' my heroes "Man I be just like you"
I got in trouble went to
Judge showed me couple and he told me man
started off just like you
I never rolled strapped
I was busy girls 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 lookin' for the bad ones sat in the middle
I couldn't remember a sermon, I never caught the
And if was tryin' to rap then I'm not tryin' to hear it
I never would've imagined that I be rhymin'
About the God that I couldn't confide in
Never planned to get married, raise a family, help kids up
Visit in prison, I was busy tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way these folks
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 this to myself? Somebody for me
Nah, you just have to hate this
'Cause the only reason I'm able to say this