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
It's so scary in a house that allows no
To see him walking with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't
He's a child, what bothers him all comes out
he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad he blocks him out
If he saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a 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 with me, (Sing), for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the (Come on)
Sing it me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord 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, 'cause anyone know me
But everybody just feels like can relate
I guess are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no kissin' ass
But then these crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a at you
To get their hands on every dime you
They you to lose your mind every time you mad
So can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce
That's why these prosecutors convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets
But all kids been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while police me
They're for the judges daughter, but his is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit make sense b
It's all political, if my music is literal then I'm a
How the can I raise 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 with me, (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

They say music can moods and talk to you
Well can it a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, the next time 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, 'cus think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's ourselves
You but music is reflection of self
We just it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can from practically nothin'
To bein' able to any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that have a thing
Except for a dream and a rap magazine
Who pinup pictures on their walls 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, wishing die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and 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 we're
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics you hear in our songs
And we can

(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 the good Lord will take you away

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