🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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