🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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