Eminem - Sing For The Moment (Пой, пока поётся)

«Sing For The Moment» это нарезка из живых выступлений Эминема, студийного клипа и реальной жизни репера. Кадры того, как Eminem раскачивает зал, приводя всех сТекст песни: [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 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 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 shit 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 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 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 Cause 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... [CHORUS X2]

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Eminem – <p>Маршалл Брюс Мэ́терс III, более известный под сценическим псевдонимом Эминем (англ. Eminem; стилизовано как EMINƎM) и альтер-эго Слим Шейди (англ. Slim Shady) &mdash; американский рэпер, музыкальный продюсер, композитор и актёр. Помимо сольной карьеры, Маршалл также состоит в группе D12 и хип-хоп-дуэте Bad Meets Evil. Эминем является одним из самых продаваемых музыкальных артистов в мире, а также самым продаваемым артистом 2000-х. Он назван одним из самых великих музыкантов всех времён многими журналами, включая Rolling Stone, который разместил Эминема под 83-м номером в списке 100 самых великих артистов. Этот же журнал провозгласил его Королём хип-хопа. Если считать и студийные работы его групп, то у Эминема имеется 10 альбомов, которые достигали первой строчки в Billboard 200. Как сольный артист, Эминем продал более 100 миллионов альбомов по всему миру.</p>
<p>После выпуска своего независимого дебютного альбома Infinite в 1996 году, Эминем достиг огромной популярности в 1999-м с релизом дебютного альбома The Slim Shady LP на мейджор-лейбле. Этот лонгплей принёс Эминему его первую награду Грэмми за лучший рэп-альбом. Следующие его две пластинки, The Marshall Mathers LP и The Eminem Show, также завоевали победу на Грэмми в той же категории, сделав Эминема первым артистом, кто выиграл эту награду за лучший рэп-альбом три раза подряд. Затем последовали Encore в 2004 году и гастрольный тур с ним, после чего Эминем берёт творческую паузу. 15 мая 2009 года он выпускает первый альбом за 5 лет под названием Relapse. В 2010-м состоялся релиз седьмого студийного альбома Recovery, который отметился всемирным успехом и был назван самым продаваемым альбомом года так же, как и The Eminem Show в 2002-м. Эминем получил Грэмми за обе пластинки, Relapse и Recovery, что, в общем счёте, составляет 13 наград за всю карьеру. 5 ноября 2013 года Эминем выпустил свой восьмой студийный альбом The Marshall Mathers LP 2.</p>
<p>Эминем занимается разной деятельностью: у него есть собственный звукозаписывающий лейбл, которым он управляет вместе со своим менеджером Полом Розенбергом, а также имеется собственная радиостанция, Shade 45 на Sirius XM Radio. В 2002 году Эминем снялся в полуавтобиографической хип-хоп-драме &laquo;Восьмая миля&raquo;. Он получил премию &laquo;Оскар&raquo; за лучшую песню к фильму, став первым рэп-артистом, выигравшим эту награду. Также он появился камео в кинокартинах &laquo;Мойка&raquo; (2001), &laquo;Приколисты&raquo; (2009) и телесериале &laquo;Красавцы&raquo;.</p> – эминем
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«Sing For The Moment» это нарезка из живых выступлений Эминема, студийного клипа и реальной жизни репера. Кадры того, как Eminem раскачивает зал, приводя всех своих фанатов буквально в состояние экстаза, сменяются кадрами, как он играет в баскетбол с друзьями, качается в спортзале, раздаёт автографы или просто дурачится с коллегами по «цеху».

Дата: Июнь 2008
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Альбом: Sing For The Moment

Автор Слов: Marshall Mathers, Jeffrey Bass, Steven Tyler
Performer: Eminem [Producer], Jeff Grippe [Video Director], Philip G. Atwell [Video Director], Randy Sosin [Producer], Composer: Marshall Mathers, Jeffrey Bass, Steven Tyler
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[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 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
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 shit 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 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 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
Cause 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...

[CHORUS X2]

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