🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

 [Andre Merritt]
 Been holding this pain inside  so long
  the rain never goes away
 they say I should leave these streets behind 
 but its  hard to escape,
 oh lord please  me an angel
 to lead me out  this place,
 send me a 
 far away
 to  days,
 
 [The Game]
 the first thing I wanna do is  wat up to TI,
 king of the south,  everybody see why,
 im just driving and  how I survived here,
 and I aint seen  and eminem in 5 years,
 that  shady right,
 i live a  life,
 so many black  I had to paint the mercedes white,
  can tell you about the rims but I aint here for that,
 going out like big and pac I fear for 
 take this lambo and put 6  in it,
 shatter the glass and leave my body exposed  it,
 lift the doors up  let all my demons out,
 and I can see my brother  cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
 i aint  bout b-tches or pulling beemers out,
 im thinking bout my son  everytime they leave the house,
 i know how to  it out the hood i seen the route,
 and heres the  me venus and serena out,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im sitting on  stairs at this church,
  to start a verse
  somewhere in the world somebody about to start a hearse,
 tell me who inside it, who’s son  that,
 and how he get there, now  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  where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
 kids wear dre beats to stop the sound of  shots,
 but at least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint  got shoes on they feet,
 and i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own 
 can you feel that,  you can hear them buzzing,
 you can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and  baby mother,
 they lost there baby  and she 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 ask  like bush, where the soldiers at?
 now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers 
 the water dried up where n-gga do  Nolia clap
 we all juveniles  all been through some trials,
  some tribulations, Im in this booth pacing,
  do I say next, should I talk about some cars
 or the next chapter of my life  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 the 
 on probation smoking drink patrone before I  the booth,
 you making songs for the clubs while n-ggas 
 i make em for the ride home  n-ggas thinking,
 one  you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
 and  a Jim Johnsin track now fill this stack
 
 [Chorus]