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

Hey listen Cole talk that talk
Wayne talks
talkin' money mayne and (Kan) ye talk fame
And people say I talk about the ole thang
Reason I sound the same cause the truth don't change
Look, people get it like a lemon in the spirit
If I ain't talking killin' I be talking bout healin'
And I ain't talking how Jesus gonna make me a million
With my hands to the ceiling I got spiritual feelin'
bowed down, knees to the floor
You a and you rap? That must 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 give him in his chair
to pain killers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was probably tryin' to make his hit
looking what I got, who I shot and who I tip
Couldn't be more common if them made sense
Couldn't be common if Serena was they chick
And this is not a diss, this how reality
Let it off my mind, this how my mentality

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 you, ain't gotta know my name,
You ain't know my name
But in my short time on 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 might just you too

I sound like the mad rapper 'cause I'm
The be like "we love you", but they never play me
I be shows like "you ain't even gotta pay me"
I just wanna spread the message that done saved me
You see I probably grew up like you
Tellin' my "Man I wanna be just like you"
I got in trouble went to
showed me couple inmates and he told me man
They started off just you
I never around strapped
I was busy chasing and money
I play ball and smoke weed thought the world was
I went to church a few times my head on a swivel
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 would've imagined 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 tryin' to up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way these folks
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 myself? bled for me
Nah, you just have to hate this
'Cause the only reason I'm able to say this