🎵 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  leave these streets behind me
 but its so hard to 
 oh lord  send me an angel
 to lead me out  this place,
 send me  away,
 far away
 to better 
 
 [The Game]
 the first thing I wanna do is say wat up  TI,
  of the south, now everybody see why,
 im just driving  thinking how I survived here,
  I aint seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
 that  shady right,
 i  a crazy life,
 so many black thoughts I had to  the mercedes white,
 I can tell you about the rims but I aint  for that,
 going out like big and pac I  for that,
 take this  and put 6 holes in it,
 shatter the glass and leave my  exposed in it,
 lift the doors up and let all  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  son safety everytime they leave the house,
 i know how to  it out the hood i seen the route,
 and heres the proof me  and serena out,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im sitting on  stairs at this church,
 bout  start a verse
 and somewhere in the world somebody about to start a 
 tell me who  it, who’s son is that,
 and how he get there, now tell me who gun  that,
 i aint saying confess definietly aint saying 
 but if you kiled  n-gga help his momma dig his ditch,
 im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun 
 kids wear dre beats to stop the sound of gun 
 but at least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even  shoes on they feet,
 and i seen it on  own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
 can you feel that, if you  hear them buzzing,
 you can feel the pain of  Tyson and his baby mother,
 they lost there baby daughter and she  only 3
 she never got  chance to blossom on the family tree,
 
 [Chorus]
 
  got a new president and I love that he black,
 but Imma ask him like  where the soldiers at?
 now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers 
 the water dried up where n-gga  the Nolia clap
  all juveniles we all been through some trials,
 and some  Im in this booth pacing,
 what do  say next, should I talk about some cars
 or the  chapter of my life and show you all my scars,
  my bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
 can’t show you I covered them up with 
 i can’t do nothing  spit the truth,
 on probation smoking drink patrone before I hit the 
 you making songs for the clubs while n-ggas 
 i  em for the ride home when n-ggas thinking,
 one  you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
 and its a Jim Johnsin track  fill this stack
 
 [Chorus]