🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

 [Andre Merritt]
 Been holding this pain  for so long
 though the  never goes away
 they say I  leave these streets behind me
 but its so hard  escape,
 oh lord  send me an angel
 to lead me out of this 
  me a away,
 far away
 to  days,
 
 [The Game]
 the first thing I wanna do is say  up to TI,
 king of the south, now everybody see 
  just driving and thinking how I survived here,
 and I aint seen dre and eminem  5 years,
 that sound shady 
 i live  crazy life,
 so many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes 
 I can tell you  the rims but I aint here for that,
 going out like big  pac I fear for that,
  this lambo and put 6 holes in it,
 shatter the glass and leave my body  in it,
 lift the doors up and let all my demons 
  I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
 i aint thinking bout  or pulling beemers out,
 im thinking bout my son safety everytime they leave the 
 i know how to make it out the hood i seen the 
 and heres the proof  venus and serena out,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im sitting  these stairs at this church,
 bout to start a 
 and somewhere  the world somebody about to start a hearse,
 tell me who inside  who’s son is that,
 and how he get there, now  me who gun is that,
 i aint saying confess definietly aint saying 
 but if you kiled the n-gga help his momma dig  ditch,
 im from the hood  n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
 kids  dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots,
  at least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
 and i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my  eyes,
 can you feel  if you can hear them buzzing,
  can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
 they lost  baby daughter and she was only 3
  never got a chance to blossom on the family tree,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 We got a  president and I love that he black,
 but Imma ask him like bush,  the soldiers at?
  move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers at,
  water dried up where n-gga do the Nolia clap
  all juveniles we all been through some trials,
 and some tribulations, Im in this booth 
  do I say next, should I talk about some cars
 or  next chapter of my life and show you all my scars,
 or  bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
 can’t show you I covered them  with tattoos,
 i can’t do nothing but spit the 
 on probation smoking drink patrone before  hit the booth,
 you making songs for the clubs while n-ggas 
 i make em for the  home when n-ggas thinking,
 one  you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
 and its a Jim Johnsin  now fill this stack
 
 [Chorus]