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

Hey listen Cole talk college talk
talks gangs
Jay-z's talkin' money and (Kan) ye talk fame
And say I talk about the same ole thang
Reason that I sound the same cause the don't change
Look, get it twisted like a lemon in the spirit
If I ain't talking killin' I must be bout healin'
And I ain't talking bout how gonna make me a million
With my hands to the I got that spiritual feelin'
Head down, knees 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 in his chair
Addicted to pain killers, wife left last
Your favorite rapper was probably tryin' to make his hit
looking what I got, who I shot and who I tip
Couldn't be common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more common if Serena was chick
And this is not a diss, how reality sound
Let it off my mind, how my mentality sound

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

I sound like the mad rapper I'm crazy
The radio be like "we you", but they never play me
I be doin' shows like "you ain't gotta pay me"
I just wanna spread the message that done saved me
You see I grew up just like you
Tellin' my heroes "Man I wanna be like you"
I got in trouble to court
Judge showed me couple and he told me man
They started off just you
I never around strapped
I was busy chasing girls and
I play ball and smoke weed thought the world was
I went to 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 tryin' to it
I would've 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 busy to blow up
But see, now I'm with the way these folks dress
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 keep this to myself? bled for me
Nah, you just gon' have to this
'Cause God's the only I'm able to say this