Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

Hey listen 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
Reason that I sound the same 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 gonna make me a million
With my hands to the ceiling I got spiritual feelin'
Head down, knees to the floor
You a Christian and you rap? That must be the way you - No
I reality like mama on her death bed
The of a child, the soldier losing his left leg
Who gon songs to give him hope in his chair
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 more common if them boys sense
Couldn't be more common if Serena was chick
And this is not a diss, this how sound
Let it off my mind, this how my 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 play you, gotta know my name,
You ain't know my name
But in my time on this Earth
I done died, rebirthed
And I this 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 the mad rapper 'cause I'm crazy
The radio be like "we love you", but they never me
I be shows like "you ain't even gotta pay me"
I just wanna spread the same that done 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
showed me couple inmates and he told me man
They started off like you
I never rolled strapped
I was busy chasing girls and
I play ball and smoke weed the world was funny
I went to church a few with my head on a swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad that sat in the middle
I couldn't remember a sermon, I caught the spirit
And if Christians was tryin' to rap then I'm not to hear it
I would've imagined that I would be rhymin'
About the same God that I confide in
Never planned to get married, 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 is soul rest
And I'm so blessed, look at He did to me
How could I this to myself? Somebody bled for me
Nah, you gon' have to hate this
'Cause God's the only I'm able to say this