Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who earrings
Like whatever 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, and he don't care
a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad 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, 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 his emotions go

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

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a
Holy or unholy, have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone me
But everybody feels like they can relate
I guess are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can hate
It's like these kids on every single statement we make
Like worship us, plus 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 crucify you, try to burn you
turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on dime you have
They want you to lose mind every time you mad
So can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to handguns
That's why these prosecutors convict me
Strictly to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listenin' to me
So I'm signing CD's while fingerprint me
They're for the 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 full of too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you

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

They say music can moods and talk to you
can it load 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 I'll get
See these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's ourselves
You ignoramus but music is of self
We just explain it, and we get our checks in the mail
It's up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a
for a dream 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 been through shit in lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, they die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and vibe
We're 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 consider these minutes
And maybe admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

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

(Come on) Sing me, (Sing), 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 take you away