Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who earrings
Like whatever they say has no
so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he care
a problem child, what 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 saw him again, he'd probably knock 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 broken
no control, he just let's his emotions go

(Come on) Sing with me, (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 Lord 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, don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can
I words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can hate
It's like these kids hang on single statement we make
Like worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From standin' on and porches just rappin'
To a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, all want a turn at you
To get their hands on dime you have
They want you to lose mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look a loose canon
Any dispute, hesitate to produce handguns
That's why prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these quickly
But all their been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while fingerprint me
They're for the daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make b
It's all political, if my music is literal I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I a little girl?
I couldn't, I be fit to
You're 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 the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and get sued
See what these kids do, is hear us totin' pistols
And want to get one, 'cus they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just ourselves
We entertainers, of course the affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but music is of self
We just explain it, and we get our checks in the mail
fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for kids that don't have a thing
for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their all day long
Idolize favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's been through shit in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing die
'Til throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
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
it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits on, through our lyrics that you hear 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 with me, for today,
Maybe tomorrow the Lord will take you away

(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 you away