Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These are nightmares 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 that 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 his fuckin' 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 he's talkin'
black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him
And broke his nose, this house is a home
There's no control, he just his emotions go

(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 will take you away

Entertainment is changing, with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only one homie
this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
But everybody feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, can be great
Or they can degrade, or worse, they can teach hate
like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From on corners and porches just rappin'
To a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every you mad
So they can try to make you out to look a loose canon
Any dispute, won't to produce handguns
why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listenin' to me
So I'm CD's while police fingerprint me
for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a menace, this shit doesn't make sense b
all political, if my music 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, that was a fist hit you

(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 tomorrow the good will take you away

They say can alter moods and talk to you
can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the time you assault a dude
tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they think the shit's
Not knowin' we're really protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of the shit's affecting ourselves
You but music is reflection 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 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 all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' in their eyes
That's why we the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these golden
And maybe they'll admit it we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our that you hear in our songs
And we can

(Come on) Sing with me, (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 will take 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,
tomorrow the good Lord will take you away