Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

Hey Cole talk that college talk
Wayne gangs
Jay-z's talkin' money mayne and (Kan) ye fame
And say I talk 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 ain't talking killin' I be talking bout healin'
And I ain't bout how Jesus gonna make me a million
With my hands to the ceiling I got spiritual feelin'
Head down, knees 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 write songs to him hope in his chair
Addicted to pain killers, wife left last
Your favorite rapper was probably to make his next hit
Talking looking what I got, who I and who I tip
Couldn't be more common if them made sense
Couldn't be more common if was they 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 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 gotta know my name
But in my time on this Earth
I died, been rebirthed
And I know this strange to you
So give me a little time, let me a couple lines
And I promise it might change you too

I like 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 wanna spread the same message that 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 couple and he told me man
They off just like you
I never around strapped
I was chasing girls and money
I play ball and smoke thought the world was funny
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 remember a sermon, I never caught the
And if Christians was tryin' to rap then I'm not tryin' to it
I never imagined that I would be rhymin'
the same God that I couldn't confide in
Never planned to get married, a family, help kids grow up
people in prison, I was busy tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way these dress
Or the in the truck, all I want is soul rest
And I'm so blessed, at what He did to me
How could I keep this to myself? Somebody for me
Nah, you just gon' have to hate
God's the only reason I'm able to say this