Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are nightmares to parents
Whose worst fear is a child dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house allows no swearing
To see him walking with his headphones blaring
in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his dad walkin' out
Cause he him so bad that he blocks him out
If he saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so talkin' back
black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he him back
And broke his nose, house is a broken home
no control, he just let's his emotions 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 good Lord take you away

Entertainment is changing, with gangsters
In the of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't know me
But everybody just like they can relate
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
they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From standin' on and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no kissin' ass
But then these critics you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all a turn at you
To get their hands on dime you have
They want you to lose your every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose
Any dispute, hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors convict me
Strictly just to get me off of streets quickly
But all kids been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this doesn't make sense b
all political, if my music is literal then I'm a criminal
How the can I raise 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), sing for the
(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

say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it a gun up for you and cock it too?
if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of the shit's affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but music is reflection of
We just explain it, and then we get our in the mail
It's fucked up it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
why we sing for these kids that 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 they
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they
'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 shit 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 when gone
Just let our spirits live on, our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

(Come on) with 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 Lord take you away

(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,
tomorrow the good Lord will take you away