Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

Gimme a second, gimme a second
Gimme a second, 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
talks gangs
Jay-z's talkin' mayne and (Kan) ye talk fame
And people say I about the same ole thang
Reason that I sound the same cause the truth change
Look, people get it twisted like a lemon in the
If I talking killin' I must be talking bout healin'
And I talking 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 Christian and you rap? That must be the way you - No
I talk reality like on her death bed
The birth of a child, the soldier losing his leg
Who gon write songs to give him in his chair
Addicted to pain killers, wife left year
Your rapper was probably tryin' to make his next hit
Talking what I got, who I shot and who I tip
Couldn't be common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more if Serena was they chick
And this is not a diss, this how sound
Let it off my mind, this how my 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 ain't tryin play you, ain't gotta my name,
You ain't gotta know my
But in my time on this Earth
I done died, rebirthed
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 be like "we love you", but they never play me
I be doin' shows "you ain't even gotta pay me"
I just wanna the same message that done saved me
You see I probably grew up just 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 started off like you
I rolled around strapped
I was chasing girls and money
I play and smoke weed thought the world was funny
I went to church a few times with my on a swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad 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 tryin' to it
I never imagined that I would be rhymin'
About the God that I couldn't confide in
Never planned to get married, raise a family, help kids up
Visit people in prison, I was busy to blow up
But see, now I'm unimpressed the way these folks 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 this to Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just gon' to hate this
'Cause the only reason I'm able to say this