🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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