Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are nightmares to parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes
whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his blaring
in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, what him all comes out
he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin'
Talkin' black, 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, house is a broken home
There's no control, he let's his emotions go

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

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' gangsters
In the of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can hate
It's like these kids hang on every single we make
Like they us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis
From standin' on and porches just rappin'
To a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get hands on every dime you have
They want you to your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose
Any dispute, won't to produce handguns
why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets
But all their kids been to me religiously
So I'm CD's while police fingerprint me
for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against 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 can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I be fit to
You're of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that 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 Lord take you away

say music can alter moods and talk 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 do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus think the shit's cool
Not we're really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of the shit's affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but music is reflection of
We just explain it, and we get our checks in the mail
fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their all day long
Idolize they rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's been through shit in they lives
'Til sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' in their eyes
why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes
And maybe they'll admit it when gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you in our songs
And we can

(Come on) Sing 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 will you away

(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 take you away