Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are nightmares to parents
Whose worst fear is a child with hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house allows no swearing
To see him around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he 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, probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, 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 house is a home
There's no control, he just his emotions go

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

is changing, intertwining' with gangsters
In the of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't know me
But everybody just feels 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
Like they worship us, all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did metamorphosis 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 every dime you
want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce
That's why these prosecutors convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets
But all their been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a menace, this shit doesn't make sense b
It's all political, if my is literal then I'm a criminal
How the can I raise 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), 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 alter and talk to you
Well can it a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you a dude
Just tell the it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus think the shit's cool
Not we're really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of the shit's affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come practically nothin'
To bein' able to any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that don't a thing
Except for a and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day
Idolize they favorite rappers and all they songs
Or for anyone who's been through shit in they lives
'Til 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 the fuckin' 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 it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
And we can

(Come on) with me, (Sing), 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

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