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 that college talk
Wayne gangs
Jay-z's talkin' money mayne and (Kan) ye talk
And people say I talk about the same ole
Reason I sound the same cause the truth don't change
Look, get it twisted like a lemon in the spirit
If I ain't talking killin' I must be talking bout
And I ain't talking bout how gonna make me a million
With my hands to the I got that spiritual feelin'
Head bowed down, 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 of a child, the soldier losing his left leg
Who gon write songs to give him in his chair
to pain killers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was tryin' to make his next hit
Talking looking what I got, who I and who I tip
Couldn't be common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be common if Serena was they chick
And is not a diss, this 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 sing a
Ain't got no kind of
I tryin play you, ain't gotta know my name,
You ain't gotta know my
But in my short time on this
I done died, been
And I know this strange to you
So give me a little time, let me a couple lines
And I it might just change you too

I sound like the mad rapper 'cause I'm
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 spread the same message that done me
You see I probably grew up just you
my heroes "Man I wanna be just like you"
I got in trouble to court
Judge showed me couple inmates and he me man
They started off just you
I never around strapped
I was chasing girls and money
I play ball and smoke weed the world was funny
I went to a few times with my head on a swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad ones sat in the middle
I remember a sermon, I never caught the spirit
And if Christians was tryin' to rap then I'm not to hear it
I would've imagined that I would be rhymin'
About the same God that I couldn't in
Never planned to get married, raise a family, kids grow up
Visit in prison, I was busy tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way these 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 this to myself? Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just gon' have to hate
'Cause God's the only reason I'm able to say