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, gimme a
All I need is a second
Gimme a second, uh

Hey Cole talk that college talk
Wayne talks
Jay-z's talkin' mayne and (Kan) ye talk fame
And people say I talk about the same ole
Reason that I sound the same cause the truth change
Look, get it twisted like a lemon in the spirit
If I ain't talking killin' I must be talking 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 on her death bed
The birth of a child, the soldier his left leg
Who gon write songs to him hope in his chair
Addicted to killers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was probably 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
got no kind of angle
I ain't tryin you, ain't gotta know my name,
You ain't gotta my name
But in my short on this Earth
I done died, rebirthed
And I know sounds strange to you
So me a little time, let me spit a couple lines
And I promise it might change you too

I sound like the mad rapper 'cause I'm
The radio be "we love you", but they never play me
I be doin' shows "you ain't even gotta 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 to court
Judge showed me couple and he told me man
They started off like you
I never rolled strapped
I was chasing girls and money
I play and smoke weed thought the world was funny
I went to church a few times 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 to rap then I'm not tryin' to hear it
I never would've that I would be rhymin'
About the same God that I confide in
Never planned to get married, raise a family, kids grow up
Visit people in prison, I was tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way folks 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 keep this to myself? bled for me
Nah, you just gon' have to hate
'Cause God's the only reason I'm able to say