Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

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

Hey listen Cole talk that college
Wayne talks
Jay-z's talkin' money mayne and (Kan) ye talk
And people say I about the same ole thang
Reason that I sound the 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 bout healin'
And I ain't talking bout how gonna make me a million
With my to the ceiling I got that spiritual feelin'
Head bowed down, to the floor
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 losing his leg
Who gon write to give him hope in his chair
Addicted to killers, wife left last year
Your rapper was probably tryin' to make his next hit
Talking looking what I got, who I and who I tip
Couldn't be common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more common if Serena was chick
And this is not a diss, this how sound
Let it off my mind, how my mentality sound

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

I sound like the mad 'cause I'm crazy
The radio be like "we love you", but they play me
I be doin' shows "you ain't even gotta pay me"
I just wanna the same message that done saved me
You see I probably grew up just you
Tellin' my heroes "Man I wanna be like you"
I got in trouble to court
Judge showed me couple inmates and he me man
They started off like you
I rolled around strapped
I was busy chasing and money
I play ball and smoke weed thought the was funny
I went to church a few times with my on a swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad that sat in the middle
I couldn't remember a sermon, I never caught the
And if Christians was to rap then I'm not tryin' to hear it
I never imagined that I would be rhymin'
About the God that I couldn't confide in
Never to get married, raise a family, help kids grow up
Visit people in prison, I was tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way 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 this to myself? Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just have to hate this
'Cause God's the reason I'm able to say this