🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Sing For The Moment - Eminem

 "Sing For  Moment"
 [Verse 1]
 These ideas are nightmares to  parents
 Whose worst fear is a  with dyed hair and who likes earrings
 Like whatever they say has no  it's so scary in a house that allows
 no swearing
 To see him walking  with his headphones blaring
  in his own zone, cold and he don't care
 He's a problem 
 And what bothers him all comes out,  he talks about
 His in' dad  out
 Cause he just hates him so bad that  blocks him out
 If he ever saw him again  probably knock him out
 His thoughts are whacked, he's mad  he's talkin' back
 Talkin' black, brainwashed  rock and rap
 He  his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
 His step-father hit him, so he socked him back,  broke his nose
 His  is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
 go...
 
 [Chorus]
 {C'mon}, sing  me, {sing}, sing for the years
 {Sing it}, sing  the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
 Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take 
 away...
 
 [Verse 2]
  is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
 In  land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
 Holy or unholy, only have  homie
 Only this gun, lonely cause  anyone know me
 Yet everybody just feels like they can relate,  guess words are a
  they can be great
 Or they can degrade,  even worse they can teach hate
 It's  these kids hang on every single statement we make
 Like  worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
 Now how the  did  metamorphosis happen
 From standin' on corners and porches  rappin'
 To  a fortune, no more kissin' ass
 But then these critics crucify  journalists try to burn you
 Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at 
 To get they hands on every dime you have,  want you to lose your mind
 every time you 
  they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
 Any dispute won't  to produce handguns
 That's why  prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
  these streets quickly
  all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
  fingerprint me
 They're for  judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
 If i'm such a in'  this shit doesn't make sense Pete
 It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm  criminal how the
 can I raise  little girl
 I  I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that
 was a fist that hit 
 
 [CHORUS]
 
 [Verse 3]
 They say music can alter moods and  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 judge it  my fault and i'll get sued
 See what these kids do is hear about us  pistols
  they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
 Not knowin' we  just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
 Of course the shit's affectin'  sales, you ignoramus
 But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and  we get our
 checks  the mail
 It's ed up ain't 
 How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any 
  that we wanted
 That's why  sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
  for a dream, and a in' rap magazine
 Who post pin-up pictures on their walls  day long
 Idolize they favorite rappers and  all they songs
 Or for anyone who's  been through shit in their lives
 Till they sit and  cry at night wishin' they'd die
 Till they throw on a rap  and they sit, and they vibe
 We're nothin' to you but we're the in' shit  they eyes
 That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it 
 hold it
 Cause we consider these  golden
 And maybe they'll admit it  we're gone
 Just let our spirits live on, through our  that you hear in our
 songs and we can... SING FOR THE