Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who earrings
Like whatever they say has no
It's so scary in a house allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't
He's a problem child, 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
Talkin' black, brainwashed rock and rap
He his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him
And broke his nose, this house is a home
There's no control, he let's his emotions go

(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,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will you away

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' gangsters
In the of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause anyone know me
But just feels 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 kids hang on every single statement we
Like they worship us, all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From standin' on and porches just rappin'
To a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you
They want you to lose mind every time you mad
So they can try to you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't to produce handguns
That's why prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets
But all their kids 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, shit doesn't make sense b
all political, if my music is literal then I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I a little girl?
I couldn't, I be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, was a fist that hit you

(Come on) with me, (Sing), 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

They say music can 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 these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just ourselves
We entertainers, of the shit's affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but music is of self
We just explain it, and we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap
Who pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they
Or for anyone who's ever been shit in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and 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, 'cause we consider minutes golden
And maybe admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you in our songs
And we can

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

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