Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child dyed hair and who likes earrings
whatever 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, 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 broke his nose, this house is a broken
no control, he just let's 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 the good Lord will take you away

is changing, intertwining' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a
Holy or unholy, have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone me
But everybody just feels like they can
I guess words are a motherfucker, can be great
Or they can degrade, or worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis
standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a at you
To get their on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a canon
Any dispute, won't to produce handguns
That's why prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been to me religiously
So I'm signing while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his is against me
If I'm such a menace, this shit doesn't make sense 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, that was a fist hit you

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

They say music can moods 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 assault a
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin'
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 affecting
You ignoramus but music is reflection of
We just explain it, and then we get our in the mail
It's up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we
That's why we sing for these kids that don't a thing
Except for a dream and a rap magazine
Who post pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite and know all they songs
Or for who's ever been through shit in they lives
'Til sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
they 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 admit it we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

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

(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 Lord will take you away