Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are nightmares to parents
Whose fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that no swearing
To see him walking around his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he care
He's a problem child, bothers him all comes out
When he talks his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's back
black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a cap
His hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this is a broken home
There's no control, he just let's his go

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

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' with
In the land of the killers, a mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't know me
But just feels like they can relate
I guess 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 single we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores us platinum
Now how the fuck did metamorphosis happen?
standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more ass
But then these critics you, journalists try to burn 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, won't hesitate to handguns
That's why these wanna convict me
just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signing while police fingerprint me
They're for the daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm a fuckin' 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 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)
Sing it with me, for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you

They say music can moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and it too?
if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they to get one, 'cus they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but music is reflection of
We just it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically
To bein' to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids don't have a thing
Except for a and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and all they songs
Or for anyone ever been through shit in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, they die
'Til throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're to you, but we're 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, we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our that you hear in our songs
And we can

(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 Lord will take you away

(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 good will take you away