🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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