🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

 [Andre Merritt]
  holding this pain inside for so long
 though the rain  goes away
 they say I should leave these  behind me
 but  so hard to escape,
  lord please send me an angel
  lead me out of this place,
 send me a 
 far away
 to  days,
 
 [The Game]
 the first  I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
  of the south, now everybody see why,
 im just driving and  how I survived here,
 and I aint  dre and eminem in 5 years,
 that sound  right,
 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 for 
 going  like big and pac I fear for that,
 take this lambo and put 6 holes  it,
 shatter the glass and leave my body exposed  it,
 lift the doors up and let all my  out,
 and I can see my brother now cos thats what i been  bout,
 i aint thinking bout b-tches or  beemers out,
 im thinking bout  son safety everytime they leave the house,
 i know how to make  out the hood i seen the route,
 and heres the  me venus and serena out,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im  on these stairs at this church,
 bout  start a verse
 and somewhere in the world somebody about to start  hearse,
 tell me who inside  who’s son is that,
 and  he get there, now tell me who gun is 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  gotta keep their gun cocked,
 kids wear dre beats to stop the sound  gun shots,
 but at least they got the dre beats cos kids in  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 you feel that, if you  hear them buzzing,
 you can feel the pain of  Tyson and his baby mother,
 they lost there baby  and she 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  ask him like bush, where the soldiers at?
 now move the camera to new orleans where  soldiers at,
 the water dried up where n-gga do  Nolia clap
 we all juveniles  all been through some trials,
 and some tribulations,  in this booth pacing,
 what do I  next, should I talk about some 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 spit the 
 on probation smoking drink patrone before I  the booth,
 you making songs  the clubs while n-ggas drinking,
 i make em  the ride home when n-ggas thinking,
  minute you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
 and its a Jim Johnsin  now fill this stack
 
 [Chorus]