🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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