Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are nightmares to white
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes
whatever they say has no bearing
It's so in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, and he don't care
He's a problem child, bothers him all comes out
When he about his fuckin' dad walkin' 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 and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he him back
And broke his nose, house is a broken home
There's no control, he just his emotions go

(Come on) Sing 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 will take you away

Entertainment is changing, with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a
or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone me
But just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can hate
It's like these kids hang on every statement we make
Like they worship us, all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just
To havin' a fortune, no kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to you
Fans on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you
They want you to lose your mind every 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 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 CD's 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 sense b
all political, if my music is literal then I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I a little girl?
I couldn't, I be fit to
You're full of too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you

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

They say music can moods and talk to you
can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next you assault a dude
Just the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they think the cool
Not knowin' really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing we wanted
That's why we for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap
Who post pinup pictures on their all day long
Idolize they rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's been through shit in they lives
they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
'Til they on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
nothing to you, but we're 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 lyrics you hear in our songs
And we can

(Come on) Sing me, (Sing), 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

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the
(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