Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are nightmares to white
Whose worst fear is a child dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like they say has no bearing
It's so in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones
Alone in his own zone, and he don't care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all out
When he talks about his dad walkin' 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 back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a cap
His stepfather hit him so he him back
And his nose, this 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)
Sing it me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord take you away

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' with
In the of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't know me
But everybody just like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, can be great
Or can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single we make
they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this happen?
From standin' on and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more ass
But then these critics crucify you, try to burn you
Fans turn on you, all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you
They want you to your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look a loose canon
Any dispute, won't to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors convict me
Strictly to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signing while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is me
If I'm such a 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 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 me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you

say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it
Well if it can, the next time you assault a dude
tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And want 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 then we get our checks in the
It's up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that have a thing
for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in lives
they sit and they 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 fuckin' shit in eyes
why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these golden
And maybe they'll admit it we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
And we can

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

(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 Lord will take you away