Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

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

I do, I do for you
I don't wanna a thing, I don't wanna sing a thing
Ain't got no of angle
I tryin play you, ain't gotta know my name,
You ain't gotta my name
But in my short time on Earth
I done died, been
And I know sounds strange to you
So me a little time, let me spit a couple lines
And I promise it might just you too

I sound like the mad rapper I'm crazy
The radio be like "we you", but they never play me
I be doin' shows like "you 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 just you"
I got in trouble went to
Judge me couple inmates and he told me man
started off just like you
I never rolled strapped
I was busy girls and money
I play ball and smoke thought the world was funny
I went to church a few times with my on a swivel
And I was for the bad ones that sat in the middle
I couldn't 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 imagined that I would be
About the same God I couldn't confide 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 the way these folks dress
Or the engine in the truck, all I is soul rest
And I'm so blessed, look at He did to me
How could I keep to myself? Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just have to hate this
God's the only reason I'm able to say this