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
Like they say has no bearing
It's so in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones
in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a child, what bothers him all comes out
he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd knock him out
His are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from and rap
He sags his pants, do and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he him back
And broke his nose, this 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)
Sing it with me, for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will 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 can relate
I words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From standin' on corners and just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a at you
To get their hands on every you have
They you to lose your mind 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 wanna me
just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been to me religiously
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 shit doesn't sense 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 full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a that hit you

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

say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it a gun up for you and cock it too?
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 about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's ourselves
You ignoramus but music is of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically
To bein' able to have any fuckin' that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day
Idolize they rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been shit in they lives
they sit and they cry at night, wishing they 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
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes
And they'll 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)
Sing it with me, for today,
Maybe the good Lord will take you away

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