Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with hair and who likes earrings
Like they say has no bearing
so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't
He's a problem child, what him all comes out
he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, probably 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 and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him
And broke his nose, this house is a broken
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 the good Lord will take you away

is changing, intertwining' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a mind is a sanctum
or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be
Or can degrade, or even worse, they can teach 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 corners and porches just
To havin' a fortune, no kissin' ass
But then these crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to handguns
That's why these prosecutors convict me
just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been to me religiously
So I'm signing while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his is against me
If I'm a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense b
It's all political, if my music is literal then I'm a
How the fuck can I raise a little
I couldn't, I be fit to
full of shit 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)
it with me, just for today,
Maybe 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 time you a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us pistols
And they want to get one, they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the
fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that have a thing
for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they
'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing die
'Til they 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
let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

(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 the good Lord will take you away

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