🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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