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 whatever they say has no
It's so scary in a house that no swearing
To see him walking with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he care
He's a problem child, what him all comes out
When he talks about his dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, 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 hit him so he socked him back
And his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just 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 me, just for today,
tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changing, with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's is a sanctum
or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause anyone 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, can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on single statement we make
Like worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just
To havin' a fortune, no kissin' ass
But then these crucify you, journalists try to burn you
turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a canon
Any dispute, hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors convict me
just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm CD's while police fingerprint me
for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make b
all political, if my music is literal then 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, was a fist that hit you

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

They say music can alter moods and to you
can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and 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' we're really protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of the shit's affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but is reflection of self
We just explain it, and we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we
why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap
Who post pinup on their walls all day long
Idolize favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through in they lives
'Til they sit and cry at night, wishing they die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the shit in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment, and try to it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider minutes golden
And they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits on, through our lyrics that you hear 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 with me, for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord 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 take you away