🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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