Luyện nghe bài hát Better Days

Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I believe it
Whoever thought, throughout the drama, live to see it
So many of us done lost to the streets
As we reminisce I'm liquor for the deceased
Thinkin bout the times that I spent many of em
Hopin the Lord let me see the millenium
Trapped in this main, seekin better days
Fightin for my conscience, tryin to these wicked ways
I know it's but it's hard to change
All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and
Lookin for answers since I was a adolescent
Faced with rejection, early age
But now ten years with doodoo respect
I'm bustin million dollar raps and six checks
Showin love to my peeps and my love change
a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days
[Ron
Might sound strange, but I can't run away
I can't run, run, it might strange
but I just run away
I can't run, no, run

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

Another day another dollar, it feels good to look
and see I'm by real riders
comrades I ran with for years
Shared the same beer and tears over the same
Player haters swearin all we all G's
off each others strength with these, the same cheese
No we all family like Sister Sledge
Lace each other game, so I can spin beer cans
Watch our kids grow together, as we get old
Loc I mean this, let no one come in this
Keep our business us, behind doors and eyes closed
on we consider as foes
Outsiders never exposed to your
Plus I'm, never been one likely to em
No association, just dedication
to watch our paper like this bud mutation
[Ron
Might sound strange, but I just run away
I run, run, run away!
No I just can't run
I run, I can't runnnnnnn away!
No I just can't run
I run run run run runnnnnn away!