🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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