Luyện nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment

These ideas are nightmares to parents
Whose fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones
in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, what him all comes out
When he talks about his dad walkin' out
he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably him out
His are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed rock and rap
He sags his pants, do and a stocking cap
His hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken
There's no control, he just his emotions go

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

is changing, intertwining' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause anyone know me
But everybody just feels they can relate
I guess are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can hate
It's like these hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did metamorphosis happen?
standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a at you
To get hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your every time you mad
So they can try to you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce
That's why these prosecutors convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these quickly
But all kids been listenin' 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 fuckin' menace, shit doesn't 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 of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you

(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 Lord will take you away

They say music can moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it
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 hear us totin' pistols
And they to get one, 'cus they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin'
We entertainers, of course the shit's affecting
You ignoramus but music is reflection of
We just it, and then we get our checks in the mail
fucked 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 don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, they die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and sit and they vibe
nothing 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
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider minutes golden
And maybe admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics you hear in our songs
And we can

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

(Come on) with 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 will take you away