🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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