Karaokê Sing For A Moment - Eminem

Esta música é uma versão de Sing For A Moment, popularizada por Eminem

Formatos incluídos:

CDG
MP4
WMV
KFN
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O formato CDG (também chamado de CD+G ou MP3+G) é adequado para a maioria das maquinas de karaokê. Ele inclui um arquivo MP3 e a sincronização das letras.

É possível reproduzir arquivos mp4 num Mac OS X e Windows 7 por definição. Caso você use Windows XP ou Vista, voce precisa ter o Windows Media Player 12.

Para abrir nossos arquivos de video de karaoke WMV, você deve usar dispositivos e programas compatíveis. Caso você use Windows XP ou Vista, Windows Media Player já vem instalado e é totalmente compatível. Se você usa Mac OS ou Linux, Videolan é uma alternativa de código aberto compatível.

O programa KaraFun Player lê esse formato, você pode baixar grátis. Esse eficiente formato pode armazenar múltiplas trilhas de audio adicionais e um fundo que se movimenta no ritmo da música.

Com sua compra, você poderá baixar o vídeo quantas vezes quiser em todos esses formatos.

Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Fám

Ano de lançamento: 2002
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Autor Original: Eminem, Jeff Bass

Todos os arquivos disponíveis para download são playbacks, e não as músicas originais.

Letra Sing For A Moment

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
'Cos he 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
Broke his nose his house is a broken home there's no
Control he just let's his emotions go, come on
Sing, sing it come on
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 'cos 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 fuck 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
And 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 shit doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political if my music is literal and I'm a
Criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to you're full of shittoo
Guerrera that was a fist that hit you
Sing, sing it sing with me
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 'cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers of course the shit'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 fucked 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 a 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 shit 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' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment
Try to freeze it and own it squeeze it and hold it
'Cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone just let our spirits live on
Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can
Sing, sing it hey, come on, hey
Sing, sing it hey, come on, hey

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