Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a with dyed hair and who likes earrings
whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that no swearing
To see him walking around his headphones blaring
in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad out
Cause he hates him so bad that he him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed rock and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him
And broke his nose, this house is a home
There's no control, he just let's his go

(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 Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changing, with gangsters
In the of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one
this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
But just feels like they can relate
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 every statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us
Now how the did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on and porches just rappin'
To a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get hands on every dime you have
They want you to your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to like 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 CD's while police 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 music is literal I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I raise a girl?
I couldn't, I be fit to
You're of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you

(Come on) with 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 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 time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they think the shit's
Not knowin' we're just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but music is reflection of
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the
It's fucked up it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that have a thing
Except for a and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in 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 consider minutes golden
And maybe they'll it when 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), sing for the
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the (Come on)
Sing it me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will 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 will take you