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

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