Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are to white parents
worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no
It's so scary in a house allows no swearing
To see him walking around his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he 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 saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin'
Talkin' black, brainwashed from 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
no control, he just let's his emotions go

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

Entertainment is changing, with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone me
But everybody just like they can relate
I guess are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, can teach hate
It's like these hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis
From standin' on corners and porches rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no kissin' ass
But then critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you
They want you to lose your mind time you mad
So can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce
why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly to get me off of these streets quickly
But all kids been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm CD's while police 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
It's all political, if my music is literal I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I raise a 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) for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
it with me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you

They say music can alter and talk to you
can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next you assault a dude
Just the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they 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 explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come practically nothin'
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 rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their all day long
they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone 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
We're nothing to you, but we're the 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 minutes golden
And maybe they'll it when we're gone
Just let our live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

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