Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

Hey Cole talk that college talk
talks gangs
Jay-z's talkin' money and (Kan) ye talk fame
And people say I talk about the ole thang
Reason that I sound the same cause the truth change
Look, people get it like a lemon in the spirit
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 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 his left leg
Who gon write songs to give him hope in his
Addicted to pain killers, wife last year
Your favorite was probably tryin' to make his next hit
Talking looking I got, who I shot and who I tip
Couldn't be common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more common if was they chick
And this is not a diss, this how reality
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
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 this strange to you
So me a little time, let me spit a couple lines
And I it might just change you too

I sound the mad rapper 'cause I'm crazy
The radio be "we love you", but they never play me
I be doin' shows like "you even gotta pay me"
I just wanna spread the same that done saved me
You see I probably up just like you
my heroes "Man I wanna be just like 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 chasing girls and money
I play ball and smoke weed the world was funny
I went to church a few times my head on a swivel
And I was for the bad ones that sat in the middle
I couldn't remember a sermon, I never the spirit
And if Christians was tryin' to rap then I'm not to hear it
I never imagined that 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 with the way these folks dress
Or the engine in the truck, all I want is rest
And I'm so blessed, at what He did to me
How could I keep this to Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just have to hate this
God's the only reason I'm able to say this