🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

 [Andre Merritt]
 Been holding this  inside for so long
 though the rain  goes away
 they say I should leave these streets  me
  its so hard to escape,
 oh lord please send me an 
  lead me out of this place,
 send  a away,
 far away
  better days,
 
 [The Game]
  first thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
 king  the south, now everybody see why,
 im just driving and thinking how  survived here,
 and I  seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
 that sound shady 
 i live a  life,
 so many black  I had to paint the mercedes white,
 I  tell you about the rims but I aint here for that,
  out like big and pac I fear for that,
 take this  and put 6 holes in it,
 shatter the  and leave my body exposed in it,
 lift the  up and let all my demons out,
 and I can see  brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
 i  thinking bout b-tches or pulling beemers out,
 im thinking bout my son safety everytime they  the house,
 i  how to make it out the hood i seen the route,
 and  the proof me venus and serena out,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im sitting on these  at this church,
 bout to start a 
 and somewhere in the world somebody about to  a hearse,
 tell me who inside it,  son is that,
 and how he get there, now tell me who gun is 
 i aint saying confess definietly  saying snitch,
 but if  kiled the n-gga help his momma dig his ditch,
 im from the hood where n-gga  keep their gun cocked,
 kids wear dre beats to stop the sound  gun shots,
 but at least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint  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 that, if you can hear  buzzing,
 you  feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
 they lost there baby daughter and  was only 3
 she  got a chance to blossom on the family tree,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 We got a new president and I love that  black,
 but Imma  him like bush, where the soldiers at?
 now move  camera to new orleans where the soldiers at,
 the water dried up where n-gga do the Nolia 
 we  juveniles we all been through some trials,
 and some  Im in this booth pacing,
 what do I say  should I talk about some cars
 or the next chapter of my life and show  all my scars,
  my bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
 can’t show you I  them up with tattoos,
 i can’t do nothing but spit the 
 on  smoking drink patrone before I hit the booth,
 you  songs for the clubs while n-ggas drinking,
 i make em  the ride home when n-ggas thinking,
 one minute you  next minute sh-t is tragic,
 and its a Jim Johnsin track now fill this 
 
 [Chorus]