Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no
It's so scary in a house that no swearing
To see him walking around with his blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't
He's a problem child, bothers him all comes out
When he about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd knock him out
His are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He his pants, do rags and a stocking 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) for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
Sing it me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' with
In the land of the killers, a mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause anyone know me
But everybody just feels they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be
Or can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the did this metamorphosis happen?
standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more ass
But then these crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every you have
They want you to lose your every time you mad
So can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce
That's why these wanna convict me
Strictly to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while 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 music is literal 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, 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 will take you away

They say music can alter moods and to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it
Well if it can, then the next time you a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and get sued
See what kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of the shit's affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but music is reflection of
We just explain it, and then we get our in the mail
It's fucked up it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' 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 shit in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, they die
they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but 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, we consider these minutes golden
And maybe admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our that you hear in our songs
And we can

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

(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 tomorrow the good Lord will take you