Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are to white parents
Whose fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
whatever they say has no bearing
It's so in a house that 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
When he talks about his dad walkin' out
Cause he him so bad that he blocks him out
If he saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him
And his nose, this house is a broken home
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,
tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a
Holy or unholy, only have one
this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, 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 worship us, plus all the ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis
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 on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you
They you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a canon
Any dispute, won't to produce handguns
That's why prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these quickly
But all their been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is me
If I'm a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense b
all political, if my music is literal then I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I raise a little
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, for the tears (Come on)
Sing it me, just for today,
tomorrow the good Lord 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, then the next you assault a dude
tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us 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 is reflection of self
We just explain it, and we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any 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 on their walls all day long
Idolize favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever through shit in they lives
'Til they sit and cry at night, wishing they die
'Til throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their 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 it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you in our songs
And we can

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

(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 Lord will take you away