🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

 [Andre Merritt]
 Been holding this pain inside for so 
 though the rain  goes away
 they say I  leave these streets behind me
 but  so hard to escape,
 oh lord  send me an angel
 to lead me out of  place,
  me a away,
 far away
  better days,
 
 [The Game]
 the first thing I wanna do is  wat up to TI,
  of the south, now everybody see why,
 im just driving and thinking how  survived here,
 and I aint seen dre and eminem in 5 
 that  shady right,
 i  a crazy life,
  many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white,
 I can tell you about the rims but I aint  for that,
 going out like  and pac I fear for that,
 take this lambo and put 6 holes  it,
 shatter the glass  leave my body exposed in it,
 lift the doors up and let all  demons out,
 and I can see my brother now cos thats what i been  bout,
 i aint thinking bout b-tches  pulling beemers out,
 im thinking bout my son safety everytime they  the house,
 i know how to make  out the hood i seen the route,
 and heres the proof me venus and serena 
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im sitting on  stairs at this church,
 bout to  a verse
 and somewhere in the world somebody  to start a hearse,
 tell me who inside it, who’s son  that,
 and how he get there, now  me who gun is that,
 i aint  confess definietly aint saying snitch,
 but if you kiled the n-gga help his momma dig  ditch,
 im from the hood where n-gga gotta  their gun cocked,
 kids  dre beats to stop the sound of 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 at the same time  picking flys off my own eyes,
 can  feel that, if you can hear them buzzing,
 you can feel the  of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
 they lost there baby daughter and  was only 3
 she never got a chance to  on the family tree,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 We got a new president  I love that he black,
 but Imma ask him like  where the soldiers at?
 now move the camera to new orleans where  soldiers at,
 the  dried up where n-gga do the Nolia clap
 we all juveniles we  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,
  show you I covered them up with tattoos,
 i  do nothing but spit the truth,
 on probation  drink patrone before I hit the booth,
 you making songs for the clubs  n-ggas drinking,
 i make em for the ride home  n-ggas thinking,
 one minute you here, next minute sh-t  tragic,
 and its a  Johnsin track now fill this stack
 
 [Chorus]