Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

Hey listen Cole talk that talk
talks gangs
Jay-z's talkin' money mayne and (Kan) ye talk
And people say I about 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 killin' I must be talking healin'
And I ain't talking bout how Jesus gonna me a million
With my hands to the I got that spiritual feelin'
Head bowed down, to the floor
You a Christian and you That must be the way you flow - No
I talk reality mama on her death bed
The birth of a child, the soldier losing his 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
looking what I got, who I shot and who I tip
Couldn't be more if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more if Serena was they chick
And this is not a diss, how reality 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 wanna sing a
Ain't got no kind of
I ain't tryin you, ain't gotta know my name,
You ain't know my name
But in my short time on Earth
I done died, been
And I this sounds strange to you
So give me a little time, let me spit a lines
And I promise it might change you too

I sound the mad rapper 'cause I'm crazy
The radio be like "we love you", but 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 up just like you
Tellin' my heroes "Man I wanna be like you"
I got in trouble went to
Judge showed me inmates and he told me man
They started off like you
I never rolled strapped
I was chasing girls and money
I play ball and weed thought the world was funny
I to church a few times with my head on a swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad ones sat in the middle
I couldn't remember a sermon, I never caught the
And if Christians was tryin' to rap then I'm not to hear it
I never would've 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 in prison, I was busy tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way 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 I keep this to myself? Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just have to hate this
'Cause God's the only I'm able to say this