🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

 [Andre Merritt]
 Been holding this  inside for so long
 though  rain never goes away
 they say I should leave these streets  me
 but its so  to escape,
 oh lord please send me  angel
  lead me out of this place,
 send me a 
 far away
 to better 
 
 [The Game]
 the first thing I wanna do  say wat up to TI,
 king  the south, now everybody see why,
 im just driving and thinking how  survived here,
 and I aint seen dre  eminem in 5 years,
 that sound  right,
 i live a crazy 
 so many black thoughts I had to paint the  white,
 I can tell you about  rims but I aint here for that,
 going out like  and pac I fear for that,
 take this lambo and put  holes in it,
 shatter the glass and leave my body  in it,
 lift the doors up and let  my demons out,
  I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
 i aint thinking bout  or pulling beemers out,
 im  bout my son safety everytime they leave the house,
 i know  to make it out the hood i seen the route,
 and heres the proof  venus and serena out,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im sitting on these stairs at  church,
  to start a verse
 and somewhere in the world somebody about  start a hearse,
  me who inside it, who’s son is that,
 and how  get there, now tell me who gun is that,
 i aint saying  definietly aint saying snitch,
 but if you kiled the n-gga help  momma dig his ditch,
 im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their  cocked,
 kids wear dre beats to stop the sound  gun shots,
 but  least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
 and i seen it on my  eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
 can you feel  if you can hear them buzzing,
 you can feel the  of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
 they lost there baby daughter and she was only 
 she never got a chance to blossom on the  tree,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 We got a new president and I love  he black,
 but Imma ask him like bush, where the  at?
 now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers 
 the water dried  where n-gga do the Nolia clap
 we  juveniles we all been through some trials,
 and some tribulations, Im in this  pacing,
 what do I say next,  I talk about some cars
 or the next chapter  my life and show you all my scars,
 or my bullet wounds and my stab 
 can’t show you I covered them  with tattoos,
 i can’t do nothing but spit  truth,
 on probation smoking drink patrone before I hit the 
 you making songs for  clubs while n-ggas drinking,
 i make em for the ride home when  thinking,
 one minute you here, next minute sh-t  tragic,
 and its a Jim Johnsin track now  this stack
 
 [Chorus]