Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These are nightmares 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 that allows no swearing
To see him walking with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't
a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he him so bad that 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 his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he him back
And his nose, this house is a broken home
no control, he just let's 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 with me, for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' with
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a
or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, don't anyone know me
But everybody just like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach
like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From standin' on corners and porches rappin'
To a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, 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 every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a canon
Any dispute, hesitate to produce handguns
why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these quickly
But all their kids been to me religiously
So I'm signing while police fingerprint me
They're for the daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this doesn't make sense b
It's all political, if my 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 shit too, Guerrera, that was a 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 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 kids do, is hear about us totin'
And they want to get one, 'cus they the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just ourselves
We entertainers, of the shit's affecting ourselves
You but music is reflection of self
We explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we
That's why we sing for these that don't have a thing
Except for a and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all songs
Or for anyone who's ever through shit in they lives
'Til they sit and cry at night, wishing they die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they
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 these minutes golden
And maybe admit it when we're gone
Just let our live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

(Come on) with 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 will take 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,
Maybe the good Lord will take you away