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 Cole talk that college talk
Wayne gangs
Jay-z's talkin' money and (Kan) ye talk fame
And say I talk about the same ole thang
Reason that I the same cause the truth don't change
Look, people get it twisted a lemon in the spirit
If I ain't killin' I must be talking bout healin'
And I talking bout how Jesus gonna make me a million
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 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
Addicted to killers, wife left last year
Your rapper was probably tryin' to make his next hit
Talking what I got, who I shot and who I tip
be more common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more if Serena was they 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 single a thing, I don't wanna sing a thing
got no kind of angle
I tryin 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 strange to you
So give me a time, let me spit a couple lines
And I promise it just change you too

I sound the mad rapper 'cause I'm crazy
The be like "we love you", but they never play me
I be doin' shows like "you ain't even pay me"
I just spread the same 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 me couple inmates and he told me man
They off just like you
I never rolled around
I was busy chasing and money
I play ball and smoke weed thought the world was
I went to church a few times with my head on a
And I was lookin' for the bad that sat in the middle
I couldn't a sermon, I never caught the spirit
And if Christians was to rap then I'm not tryin' to hear it
I never would've imagined that I be rhymin'
About the same God that I couldn't in
Never 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 unimpressed the way these folks dress
Or the engine in the truck, all I 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 gon' have to hate
'Cause God's the only reason I'm to say this