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 say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones
Alone in his own zone, and he don't care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all out
he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from 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 broken
There's no control, he just let's his go

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

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

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

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

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

(Come on) Sing me, (Sing), sing for the years
(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