Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no
so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones
Alone in his own zone, cold and he care
He's a problem child, bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad out
Cause he hates him so bad that he him out
If he saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin'
black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a home
no control, he just let's his emotions go

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, for the tears (Come on)
it with me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the Lord will take you away

is changing, intertwining' with gangsters
In the of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
or unholy, only have one homie
Only gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
But everybody feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be
Or they can degrade, or worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single we make
Like worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the did this metamorphosis happen?
standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all a turn at you
To get their hands on dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every you mad
So they can try to you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, hesitate to produce handguns
why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit make sense b
It's all political, if my music is literal I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I raise a little
I couldn't, I be fit to
You're full of too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, for the tears (Come on)
Sing it with me, for today,
tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

They say can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it
if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and get sued
See what these do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus think the shit's cool
Not knowin' really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but music is reflection of
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically
To bein' to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for kids that don't have a thing
Except for a and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, they die
'Til throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their
why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and it, 'cause we consider these minutes golden
And they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our that you hear in our songs
And we can

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, for the tears (Come on)
Sing it me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the Lord will take you away

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the (Come on)
it with me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you