🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Better Days - The Game

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