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 allows no
To see him walking around with his blaring
in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad out
Cause he him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably him out
His thoughts are whacked, mad so he's talkin' back
black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a cap
His stepfather hit him so he him back
And broke his nose, this is a broken home
There's no control, he just let's his go

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

Entertainment is changing, with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a
Holy or unholy, 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 they can degrade, or even worse, they can hate
It's like these hang on every single statement we make
they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From standin' on corners and porches rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more ass
But then these crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every you have
They want you to lose your mind time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce
That's why these wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of streets quickly
But all their kids been listenin' to me
So I'm CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make b
It's all political, if my music is literal then I'm a
How the fuck can I a little girl?
I couldn't, I be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist hit you

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

They say music can alter moods and to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a
Just the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's ourselves
You but music is reflection of self
We explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically
To bein' able to any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we for these kids that don't have a thing
for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever through shit in they 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 eyes
That's why we the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
And we can

(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 the good Lord will take you away

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