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

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