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 scary in a house that allows no
To see him walking around with his headphones
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't
He's a child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks 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 thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from and rap
He sags his pants, do and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he him back
And his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just his emotions go

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

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' with
In the land of the killers, a mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, have one homie
Only gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
But everybody feels like they can relate
I words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach
It's like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just
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
want you to lose your mind 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 prosecutors wanna me
Strictly just to get me off of these quickly
But all their kids been to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while police me
for the judges 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 then I'm a criminal
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) 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 Lord take you away

They say music can alter moods and to you
Well can it a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the time you assault a dude
Just tell the it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they think the shit's
Not knowin' we're just protectin' 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 practically
To able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap
Who post pinup pictures on their all day long
they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for who's ever been through shit in they lives
'Til sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and vibe
nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment, and try to it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we 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 me, (Sing), sing for the years
(Sing it) for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
Sing it with me, for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will you away

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