🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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