Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed and who likes earrings
Like they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a that allows no swearing
To see him walking with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he care
He's a problem child, what him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad out
Cause he him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, probably knock him out
His are whacked, he's 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 broke his nose, house is a broken home
no control, he just let's his emotions go

(Come on) with 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 will take you

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' with
In the land of the killers, a sinner's is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only one homie
Only gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can
I guess are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on single statement we make
Like they us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did metamorphosis happen?
standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more ass
But these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
turn on you, attorneys 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 handguns
That's why these wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets
But all kids been listenin' 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 such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't sense b
It's all political, if my is literal then I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I raise a girl?
I couldn't, I be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, was a fist that hit you

(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 will you away

say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a
Just tell the 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 think the cool
Not knowin' we're just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's affecting
You but music is reflection of self
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 bein' able to have any fuckin' thing we wanted
That's why we sing for kids that don't have a thing
Except for a and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through 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 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 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), sing for the
(Sing it) for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
Sing it me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord take you away

(Come on) with 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