🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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