Luyện nghe bài hát Better Days

Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't it
Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd to see it
So many of us done lost to the streets
As we I'm pourin liquor for the deceased
Thinkin bout the times that I spent many of em
that the Lord let me see the millenium
Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin days
Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these ways
I know it's wrong but hard to change
All my life, all I ever knew was and game
for answers ever since I was a adolescent
Faced with rejection, age stressin
But now ten years later with doodoo
I'm bustin million dollar raps and six checks
Showin love to my and my love don't change
Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to days
Banks]
Might sound strange, but I just can't run
I can't run, run, it sound strange
but I just run away
I can't run, no, run

Touch a meal ticket, a spot for good
Never, I still got for the neighborhood
And even though now infested with gunplay
on most days like Bootsy I can't stay
Cause if I shook y'all shook on me
Then whose gon' and guide the way for the lil homies?
I turn my head on my folks
so I stay visible in streets and try to give hope
Born in the ghetto, in the ghetto
Got love for the ghetto, I can't the ghetto
How everytime we get some change in our can
we run and try to move out as far as we can?
I know that the devil's greed but you worse
than a devil when you turn your back on these G's
Now feel word that I say, hear my cry
as I out of thirst and search for better days
Banks]
Might sound strange, but I just run away
I run, run, run away!
I just can't run away
I can't run, run, run
No I just can't run
I can't run, run, away!

Another day another dollar, it feels to look around
and see I'm by real riders
Childhood I ran with for years
Shared the same beer and tears the same peers
Player haters swearin all we all G's
off each strength with these, regulates the same cheese
No jealousy we all family like Sledge
Lace each other with game, so I can beer cans
Watch our grow together, as we get old together
Loc I mean this, let no one come in between
Keep our business among us, behind doors and closed
on those we consider as
Outsiders exposed to your hustle
Plus I'm, been one likely to trust em
No negative association, just
to our paper sprout like this bud mutation
Banks]
Might sound strange, but I just can't run
I run, run, run away!
No I just can't run
I can't run, I can't away!
No I just run away
I run run run run runnnnnn away!