Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

Hey listen Cole talk that college
Wayne gangs
talkin' money mayne and (Kan) ye talk fame
And people say I about the same ole thang
Reason that I sound the same cause the truth change
Look, people get it twisted a lemon in the spirit
If I ain't killin' I must be talking bout healin'
And I ain't talking bout how Jesus gonna me a million
With my hands to the ceiling I got that spiritual
bowed down, knees to the floor
You a and you rap? That must be the way you flow - No
I talk reality like mama on her bed
The birth of a child, the soldier his left leg
Who gon write songs to give him hope in his
Addicted to pain killers, wife last year
Your favorite was probably tryin' to make his next hit
Talking what I got, who I shot and who I tip
Couldn't be more common if boys made sense
Couldn't be more common if Serena was chick
And this is not a diss, this how reality
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 sing a thing
got no kind of angle
I ain't play you, ain't gotta know my name,
You ain't gotta my name
But in my short on this Earth
I done died, been
And I know this sounds to you
So give me a little time, let me a couple lines
And I promise it might just you too

I sound like the mad rapper 'cause I'm
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 probably up just like you
Tellin' my heroes "Man I wanna be just you"
I got in went to court
Judge showed me inmates and he told me man
They started off just you
I rolled around strapped
I was busy chasing and money
I play ball and smoke 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 a sermon, I never caught the spirit
And if Christians was tryin' to rap I'm not tryin' to hear it
I never would've that I would be rhymin'
the same God that I couldn't confide in
Never planned to get married, raise a family, 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 want is soul
And I'm so blessed, at what He did to me
How could I keep this to Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just gon' have to hate
'Cause God's the only I'm able to say this