Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child dyed hair and who likes earrings
whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no
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 dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from and rap
He his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken
There's no control, he just his emotions go

(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 tomorrow the Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a
Holy or unholy, only one homie
this 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 even worse, they can hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we
Like they us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these crucify you, journalists try to burn you
turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their on every dime you have
They want you to your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look a loose canon
Any dispute, won't to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna me
just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listenin' to me
So I'm signing while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make b
It's all political, if my is literal then I'm a criminal
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 with me, (Sing), for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, for the tears (Come on)
it with me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will you away

They say music can alter moods and to you
can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a
tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they to get one, 'cus they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's affecting
You ignoramus but music is of self
We just explain it, and we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come practically nothin'
To bein' 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 on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they
'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing die
'Til throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you in our songs
And we can

(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 take you away

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