🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

 [Andre Merritt]
 Been  this pain inside for so long
 though the rain never goes 
 they say I should leave these  behind me
 but its  hard to escape,
 oh lord please send me an 
 to lead me out  this place,
  me a away,
 far away
 to  days,
 
 [The Game]
 the first thing I wanna do  say wat up to TI,
 king of the  now everybody see why,
 im just driving and thinking how I  here,
 and I  seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
 that sound shady 
 i live a  life,
 so many black thoughts I had to paint the  white,
 I can tell you about the rims but I aint here  that,
 going out like big and pac I fear  that,
 take this  and put 6 holes in it,
 shatter the  and leave my body exposed in it,
 lift the doors  and let all my demons out,
 and I can see my brother now cos thats what  been dreaming bout,
 i  thinking bout b-tches or pulling beemers out,
 im thinking bout my son safety everytime they leave  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,
 bout  start a verse
 and somewhere in the world somebody about to start a 
 tell me who inside it, who’s son is 
 and how he get there, now tell me who gun  that,
 i aint saying  definietly aint saying snitch,
 but if you kiled the n-gga help his momma  his ditch,
 im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their  cocked,
 kids wear  beats to stop the sound of gun 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  the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
 can you  that, if you can hear them buzzing,
 you can feel the pain of Mike  and his baby mother,
 they lost there baby daughter and  was only 3
 she never got a chance  blossom on the family tree,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 We got a new president and I love that he 
 but Imma ask him  bush, where the soldiers at?
 now move the camera to new orleans  the soldiers at,
 the water dried up where  do the Nolia clap
 we all juveniles we all been through some 
 and some tribulations, Im in this  pacing,
 what do I say next, should I talk about  cars
 or the next  of my life and show you all my scars,
 or my bullet wounds  my stab wounds,
 can’t  you I covered them up with tattoos,
 i can’t do nothing but  the truth,
 on probation smoking  patrone before I hit the booth,
 you making songs for the clubs while n-ggas 
 i make em for the ride home when  thinking,
 one minute you here, next minute  is tragic,
 and its a Jim Johnsin track now  this stack
 
 [Chorus]