Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are to white parents
worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no
It's so scary in a house that allows no
To see him walking around his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, and he don't care
He's a child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad out
he hates 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 he's talkin'
Talkin' black, brainwashed 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
There's no control, he just his emotions go

(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 tomorrow the good will take you away

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' gangsters
In the of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
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 worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we
Like they worship us, all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no kissin' ass
But then critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every you have
They want you to lose your mind every you mad
So they can try to you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, hesitate to produce handguns
That's why prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets
But all their kids been 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 shit make sense b
It's all political, if my music is literal then I'm a
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 fist hit you

(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 tomorrow the good Lord will you away

say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and it too?
Well if it can, then the time you assault a dude
Just tell the it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, they 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 we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' that we wanted
why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their all day long
Idolize they favorite and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever through shit in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, they die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they
We're to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider minutes golden
And maybe they'll it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you in our songs
And we can

(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

(Come on) Sing me, (Sing), 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 will you away