🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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