Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

Hey Cole talk that college talk
Wayne gangs
Jay-z's talkin' mayne and (Kan) ye talk fame
And people say I talk about the same ole
that I sound the same cause the truth don't change
Look, people get it twisted a lemon in the spirit
If I ain't talking killin' I must be talking bout
And I ain't talking how Jesus gonna make me a million
my hands to the ceiling I got that spiritual feelin'
Head down, knees to the floor
You a Christian and you rap? must be the way you flow - No
I talk reality like mama on her bed
The birth of a child, the soldier losing his leg
Who gon write songs to give him hope in his
to pain killers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was tryin' to make his next hit
Talking looking what I got, who I and who I tip
Couldn't be more common if them boys sense
be more common if Serena was they chick
And is not a diss, this how reality sound
Let it off my mind, this how my sound

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

I sound the mad rapper 'cause I'm crazy
The radio be like "we love you", but never play me
I be shows like "you ain't even gotta pay me"
I just wanna spread the same message that done me
You see I probably grew up like you
Tellin' my heroes "Man I wanna be just you"
I got in trouble to court
showed me couple inmates and he told me man
They started off like you
I never rolled around
I was chasing girls and money
I play ball and smoke weed thought the world was
I went to church a few times with my on a swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad ones that sat in the
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 imagined I would be rhymin'
About the same God that I couldn't in
Never 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 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 myself? Somebody for me
Nah, you just gon' have to hate
God's the only reason I'm able to say this