Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

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

(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 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 gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can
I guess are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, can teach hate
It's these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us
Now how the fuck did this happen?
standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics you, journalists try to burn you
Fans on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on dime you have
They want you to lose your every time you mad
So can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to handguns
why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of streets quickly
But all kids been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, shit doesn't make sense b
It's all political, if my is literal then I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I raise a 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) for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
Sing it me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will you away

They say music can moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it
if it can, then the next time you assault 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 knowin' we're really just ourselves
We entertainers, of the shit's affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but is reflection of self
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' able to any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a
Except for a dream and a rap magazine
Who pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone ever been through shit in they lives
'Til they sit and cry at night, wishing 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 seize the moment, and try to it and own it
it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it we're gone
Just let our spirits on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

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

(Come on) Sing me, (Sing), sing for the years
(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