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
a second, uh yeah

Hey Cole talk that college talk
Wayne talks
talkin' money mayne and (Kan) ye talk fame
And people say I talk about the ole thang
Reason that I sound the same the truth don't change
Look, people get it twisted like a lemon in the
If I talking killin' I must be talking bout healin'
And I ain't talking how Jesus gonna make me a million
With my hands to the ceiling I got that spiritual
Head down, knees to the floor
You a Christian and you rap? That be the way you flow - No
I talk like mama on her death bed
The birth of a child, the soldier his left leg
Who gon songs to give him hope in his chair
Addicted to pain killers, wife left year
Your favorite rapper was probably tryin' to make his hit
Talking looking I got, who I shot and who I tip
be more common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more 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 a thing
Ain't got no kind of
I tryin 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 spit a lines
And I promise it might just you too

I sound like the mad 'cause I'm crazy
The radio be like "we you", but they never play me
I be shows like "you ain't even gotta pay me"
I just wanna spread the same message done 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
showed me couple inmates and he told me man
They started off just you
I never rolled strapped
I was chasing girls and money
I play ball and smoke weed thought the world was
I went to a few times with my head on a swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad ones that sat in the
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 imagined that I would be rhymin'
About the God that I couldn't confide in
planned to get married, raise a family, help kids grow up
Visit in prison, I was busy tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm with the way these folks dress
Or the engine in the truck, all I want is 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 gon' have to hate
'Cause God's the only reason I'm able to say