Song | Sing for the Moment |
Artist | Eminem |
Album | The Singles (Eminem album) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Bass, King, Mathers, Resto ... |
[00:23.07] | These ideas are nightmares for white parents |
[00:25.79] | Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings |
[00:28.94] | Like whatever they say has no bearing |
[00:31.38] | It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing |
[00:34.13] | To see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaring |
[00:37.06] | Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care |
[00:39.61] | He's a problem child, what bothers him all.es out |
[00:42.37] | When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out |
[00:46.81][00:44.31] | 'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out |
[00:47.91] | But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out |
[00:50.73] | His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back |
[00:53.88] | Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap |
[00:56.06] | He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin' cap |
[00:59.73] | His stepfather hit him so he socked him back |
[01:02.40] | And broke his nose, this house is a broken home |
[01:04.85] | There's no control, he just lets his emotions go-Chorus |
[04:35.12][04:18.20][02:49.79][01:08.27] | C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!) |
[04:37.61][04:20.91][02:53.04][01:11.31] | Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!) |
[04:40.83][04:23.65][02:55.78][01:14.32] | Sing it with me, just for today |
[04:43.76][04:26.50][02:58.45][01:16.78] | Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
[01:25.60] | Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas |
[01:28.49] | In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum |
[01:30.93] | Only ya unholy, only have one homey |
[01:33.70] | Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me |
[01:36.18] | But everybody just feels like they can relate |
[01:39.18] | I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great |
[01:41.86] | Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate |
[01:44.88] | It's like kids hang on every single statement we make |
[01:47.80] | Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum |
[01:50.72] | Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? |
[01:53.58] | From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' |
[01:56.32] | To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass |
[01:58.82] | But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you |
[02:02.04] | Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you |
[02:05.19] | To get their hands on every dime you have |
[02:07.55] | They want you to lose your mind every time you mad |
[02:10.51] | So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon |
[02:13.49] | Any dispute, don't hesitate to produce handguns |
[02:16.44] | Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me |
[02:19.27] | Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly |
[02:22.10] | But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously |
[02:24.97] | So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me |
[02:27.69] | They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me |
[02:30.64] | If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B |
[02:33.61] | It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal, |
[02:36.80] | How the FUCK can I raise a little girl? |
[02:39.10] | I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to |
[02:41.81] | You're full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU! Chorus |
[03:07.41] | They say music can alter moods and talk to you |
[03:09.82] | But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? |
[03:12.63] | Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude |
[03:15.69] | Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued |
[03:18.40] | See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols |
[03:21.74] | And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the shit's cool |
[03:24.47] | Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves |
[03:26.97] | We entertainas, of course this shit's affectin' our sales |
[03:29.89] | You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self |
[03:32.67] | We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail |
[03:35.68] | It's fucked up ain't it, how we can.e from practically nothin' |
[03:38.47] | To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted |
[03:41.31] | That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing |
[03:44.05] | Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine |
[03:46.84] | Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long |
[03:49.67] | Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs |
[03:52.43] | Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives |
[03:55.36] | So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die |
[03:58.19] | Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe |
[04:00.74] | We're nothin' to you, but we the fuckin' shit in they eyes |
[04:04.03] | That's why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it |
[04:06.88] | Squeeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden |
[04:09.56] | And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone |
[04:12.53] | Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs |
[04:15.08] | And we can-Chorus |
[00:00.00][99:99.99] |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Bass, King, Mathers, Resto ... |
[00:23.07] | These ideas are nightmares for white parents |
[00:25.79] | Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings |
[00:28.94] | Like whatever they say has no bearing |
[00:31.38] | It' s so scary in a house that allows no swearing |
[00:34.13] | To see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaring |
[00:37.06] | Alone in his own zone, cold and he don' t care |
[00:39.61] | He' s a problem child, what bothers him all. es out |
[00:42.37] | When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out |
[00:46.81][00:44.31] | ' Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out |
[00:47.91] | But if he ever saw him again, he' d prolly knock him out |
[00:50.73] | His thoughts are whacked, he' s mad so he' s talkin' back |
[00:53.88] | Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap |
[00:56.06] | He sags his pants, dewrags and a stockin' cap |
[00:59.73] | His stepfather hit him so he socked him back |
[01:02.40] | And broke his nose, this house is a broken home |
[01:04.85] | There' s no control, he just lets his emotions goChorus |
[04:35.12][04:18.20][02:49.79][01:08.27] | C mon! Sing with me Sing!, sing for the year Sing It! |
[04:37.61][04:20.91][02:53.04][01:11.31] | Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear C mon! |
[04:40.83][04:23.65][02:55.78][01:14.32] | Sing it with me, just for today |
[04:43.76][04:26.50][02:58.45][01:16.78] | Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
[01:25.60] | Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas |
[01:28.49] | In the land of the killers, a sinner' s mind is a sanctum |
[01:30.93] | Only ya unholy, only have one homey |
[01:33.70] | Only this gun, lonely, ' cuz don' t anyone know me |
[01:36.18] | But everybody just feels like they can relate |
[01:39.18] | I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great |
[01:41.86] | Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate |
[01:44.88] | It' s like kids hang on every single statement we make |
[01:47.80] | Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum |
[01:50.72] | Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? |
[01:53.58] | From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' |
[01:56.32] | To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass |
[01:58.82] | But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you |
[02:02.04] | Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you |
[02:05.19] | To get their hands on every dime you have |
[02:07.55] | They want you to lose your mind every time you mad |
[02:10.51] | So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon |
[02:13.49] | Any dispute, don' t hesitate to produce handguns |
[02:16.44] | Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me |
[02:19.27] | Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly |
[02:22.10] | But all their kids been listen' n to me religiously |
[02:24.97] | So I' m signin' CDs while police fingerprint me |
[02:27.69] | They' re for the judge' s daughter, but his grudge is against me |
[02:30.64] | If I' m such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn' t make sense B |
[02:33.61] | It' s all political, if my music is literal and I' m a criminal, |
[02:36.80] | How the FUCK can I raise a little girl? |
[02:39.10] | I couldn' t, I wouldn' t be fit to |
[02:41.81] | You' re full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU! Chorus |
[03:07.41] | They say music can alter moods and talk to you |
[03:09.82] | But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? |
[03:12.63] | Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude |
[03:15.69] | Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I' ll get sued |
[03:18.40] | See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols |
[03:21.74] | And they wanna get one, ' cuz they think the shit' s cool |
[03:24.47] | Not knowin' we' re really just protectin' ourselves |
[03:26.97] | We entertainas, of course this shit' s affectin' our sales |
[03:29.89] | You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self |
[03:32.67] | We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail |
[03:35.68] | It' s fucked up ain' t it, how we can. e from practically nothin' |
[03:38.47] | To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted |
[03:41.31] | That' s why we sing for these kids that don' t have a thing |
[03:44.05] | Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine |
[03:46.84] | Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long |
[03:49.67] | Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs |
[03:52.43] | Or for anyone who' s ever been through shit in they lives |
[03:55.36] | So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die |
[03:58.19] | Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe |
[04:00.74] | We' re nothin' to you, but we the fuckin' shit in they eyes |
[04:04.03] | That' s why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it |
[04:06.88] | Squeeze it and hold it, ' cuz we consider these minutes golden |
[04:09.56] | And maybe they' ll admit it when we' re gone |
[04:12.53] | Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs |
[04:15.08] | And we canChorus |
[00:00.00][99:99.99] |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Bass, King, Mathers, Resto ... |
[00:23.07] | These ideas are nightmares for white parents |
[00:25.79] | Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings |
[00:28.94] | Like whatever they say has no bearing |
[00:31.38] | It' s so scary in a house that allows no swearing |
[00:34.13] | To see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaring |
[00:37.06] | Alone in his own zone, cold and he don' t care |
[00:39.61] | He' s a problem child, what bothers him all. es out |
[00:42.37] | When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out |
[00:46.81][00:44.31] | ' Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out |
[00:47.91] | But if he ever saw him again, he' d prolly knock him out |
[00:50.73] | His thoughts are whacked, he' s mad so he' s talkin' back |
[00:53.88] | Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap |
[00:56.06] | He sags his pants, dewrags and a stockin' cap |
[00:59.73] | His stepfather hit him so he socked him back |
[01:02.40] | And broke his nose, this house is a broken home |
[01:04.85] | There' s no control, he just lets his emotions goChorus |
[04:35.12][04:18.20][02:49.79][01:08.27] | C mon! Sing with me Sing!, sing for the year Sing It! |
[04:37.61][04:20.91][02:53.04][01:11.31] | Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear C mon! |
[04:40.83][04:23.65][02:55.78][01:14.32] | Sing it with me, just for today |
[04:43.76][04:26.50][02:58.45][01:16.78] | Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
[01:25.60] | Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas |
[01:28.49] | In the land of the killers, a sinner' s mind is a sanctum |
[01:30.93] | Only ya unholy, only have one homey |
[01:33.70] | Only this gun, lonely, ' cuz don' t anyone know me |
[01:36.18] | But everybody just feels like they can relate |
[01:39.18] | I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great |
[01:41.86] | Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate |
[01:44.88] | It' s like kids hang on every single statement we make |
[01:47.80] | Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum |
[01:50.72] | Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? |
[01:53.58] | From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' |
[01:56.32] | To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass |
[01:58.82] | But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you |
[02:02.04] | Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you |
[02:05.19] | To get their hands on every dime you have |
[02:07.55] | They want you to lose your mind every time you mad |
[02:10.51] | So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon |
[02:13.49] | Any dispute, don' t hesitate to produce handguns |
[02:16.44] | Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me |
[02:19.27] | Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly |
[02:22.10] | But all their kids been listen' n to me religiously |
[02:24.97] | So I' m signin' CDs while police fingerprint me |
[02:27.69] | They' re for the judge' s daughter, but his grudge is against me |
[02:30.64] | If I' m such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn' t make sense B |
[02:33.61] | It' s all political, if my music is literal and I' m a criminal, |
[02:36.80] | How the FUCK can I raise a little girl? |
[02:39.10] | I couldn' t, I wouldn' t be fit to |
[02:41.81] | You' re full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU! Chorus |
[03:07.41] | They say music can alter moods and talk to you |
[03:09.82] | But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? |
[03:12.63] | Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude |
[03:15.69] | Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I' ll get sued |
[03:18.40] | See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols |
[03:21.74] | And they wanna get one, ' cuz they think the shit' s cool |
[03:24.47] | Not knowin' we' re really just protectin' ourselves |
[03:26.97] | We entertainas, of course this shit' s affectin' our sales |
[03:29.89] | You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self |
[03:32.67] | We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail |
[03:35.68] | It' s fucked up ain' t it, how we can. e from practically nothin' |
[03:38.47] | To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted |
[03:41.31] | That' s why we sing for these kids that don' t have a thing |
[03:44.05] | Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine |
[03:46.84] | Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long |
[03:49.67] | Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs |
[03:52.43] | Or for anyone who' s ever been through shit in they lives |
[03:55.36] | So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die |
[03:58.19] | Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe |
[04:00.74] | We' re nothin' to you, but we the fuckin' shit in they eyes |
[04:04.03] | That' s why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it |
[04:06.88] | Squeeze it and hold it, ' cuz we consider these minutes golden |
[04:09.56] | And maybe they' ll admit it when we' re gone |
[04:12.53] | Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs |
[04:15.08] | And we canChorus |
[00:00.00][99:99.99] |