🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

 [Andre Merritt]
 Been  this pain inside for so long
 though the rain never  away
 they say I should leave these  behind me
 but its so hard to 
 oh  please send me an angel
 to  me out of this place,
 send me a 
 far away
 to better 
 
 [The Game]
 the first thing I wanna do is say  up to TI,
 king of  south, now everybody see why,
 im just  and thinking how I survived here,
 and I aint  dre and eminem in 5 years,
 that sound shady 
 i  a 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  big and pac I fear for that,
 take this lambo and put 6 holes in 
 shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in 
 lift the  up and let all my demons out,
 and I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming 
 i  thinking bout b-tches or pulling beemers out,
 im thinking  my son safety everytime they leave the house,
 i know how to make it  the hood i seen the route,
 and heres the proof me venus and  out,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im sitting on  stairs at this church,
 bout to start a 
 and somewhere in the world somebody about to  a hearse,
 tell me who  it, who’s son is that,
 and how he get there, now  me who gun is that,
 i aint saying confess definietly aint  snitch,
 but if you kiled the n-gga help his momma dig his 
 im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their  cocked,
 kids wear dre beats to  the sound of gun shots,
 but at least they got the dre beats cos  in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
 and i seen it on  own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
 can you feel that,  you can hear them buzzing,
 you can feel the pain  Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
 they lost there  daughter and she was only 3
 she never got a chance to  on the family tree,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 We got a new president and I  that he black,
 but Imma ask him like bush, where the soldiers 
 now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers 
 the water dried up where n-gga do  Nolia clap
 we all juveniles we all been  some trials,
 and some  Im in this booth pacing,
 what  I say next, should I talk about some cars
 or the next chapter of my  and show you all my scars,
 or my bullet wounds and  stab wounds,
 can’t show  I covered them up with tattoos,
 i can’t do  but spit the truth,
 on probation smoking  patrone before I hit the booth,
 you making songs for  clubs while n-ggas drinking,
 i  em for the ride home when n-ggas thinking,
 one minute you here, next minute sh-t is 
  its a Jim Johnsin track now fill this stack
 
 [Chorus]