*Bạn đang ở web phiên bản desktop. Quay lại phiên bản dành cho mobilex

Sing For The Moment

-

Eminem

0
Sorry, this content is currently not available in your country due to its copyright restriction.
You can choose other content. Thanks for your understanding.
Vui lòng đăng nhập trước khi thêm vào playlist!

Soạn: CAI [tên bài hát] gởi 8336 (3000đ) để được hướng dẫn làm nhạc chờ cho ĐTDĐ.
Thêm bài hát vào playlist thành công

Thêm bài hát này vào danh sách Playlist

Bài hát sing for the moment do ca sĩ Eminem thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat sing for the moment - Eminem ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát Sing For The Moment chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
Ca khúc Sing For The Moment do ca sĩ Eminem thể hiện, thuộc thể loại R&B/Hip Hop/Rap. Các bạn có thể nghe, download (tải nhạc) bài hát sing for the moment mp3, playlist/album, MV/Video sing for the moment miễn phí tại NhacCuaTui.com.

Lời bài hát: Sing For The Moment

Lời đăng bởi: revolution88

[Verse 1]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like 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 blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go...

[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...

[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the * did this metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind
every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this * doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the *
can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of * too, Guerrera, that
was a fist that hit you...

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the *'s cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the *'s affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's * up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through * in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' * in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try

Bình luận

Đơn vị chủ quản: Công ty Cổ phần N C T

Chủ sở hữu website: Ông Nhan Thế Luân

Địa chỉ: Tòa nhà HAGL Safomec, 7/1 Thành Thái, P14, Q10, TP.HCM

Email: support@nct.vn - Tel: (028) 3868 7979

Giấy phép MXH số 499/GP-BTTTT do Bộ Thông Tin và Truyền thông cấp ngày 28/09/2015

Giấy Chứng nhận Đăng ký Kinh doanh số 0305535715 do Sở kế hoạch và Đầu tư thành phố Hồ Chí Minh cấp ngày 01/03/2008