Luyện nghe bài hát Better Days

Been holdin' this pain inside for so
the rain never goes away
They say I should leave these behind me
But so hard to escape
Oh please send me an angel
To me out of this place
me awwaaayyyy
Away, far to better days

1]
First thing I want to do is say up to T.I.
of the south now everybody see why
I'm just driving and thinking how I here
And I ain't seen Dre and in five years
That sounds Shady right, I live a life
So many black thoughts I had to the mercedes white
I could tell you the rims but I ain't here for that
Goin' out like Big and Pac I fear for
Take lambo and put six holes in it
Shatter the glass and leave my exposed in it
the doors up and let all my demons out
And I can see my brother now cause that's what I've been bout
I ain't bout bitches and pulling beamers out
I'm thinking about my sons safety everytime they the house
I how to make it out the hood, I've seen the route
And heres the proof, me, Venus and out

Been holdin' this inside for so long
the rain never goes away
They say I should leave these streets me
But it's so hard to
Oh lord please send me an
To lead me out of place
me awwaaayyyy
Away, far to better days

2]
I'm sitting on these at this church bout to start a verse
And somewhere in the world somebody to start a hearse
Tell me who inside it, who son is
And how he get there now me who gun was that
I ain't saying confessed definetely ain't snitch
But if you the nigga, help his mamma dig his ditch
I'm from a hood were niggas gotta there gun cocked
And kids were Dre beats to stop the sound of
But at least they got the Dre
Cause kids in africa ain't even got shoes on feet
And I've seen it with my own
At the same time I'm picking flies off my own
Can you feel that, if you can hear buzzing
You can the pain in Mike Tyson and his baby mother
They lost their baby daughter and she was only
She never got a chance to on the family tree

Been holdin' pain inside for so long
Though the never goes away
say I should leave these streets behind me
But it's so to escape
Oh lord send me an angel
To lead me out of this
Take me
Away, far to better days

3]
We got a new president and I love that he
But I'm a ask him Bush, were the soldiers at?
Now move the camera to New Orleans were the at
The water dried up well nigga do you know your
We all juveniles, we all through some trials
And some tribulations, I'm in this booth
What do I say next should I talk about some
Or the next of my life and show you all my scars
Or my bullet wounds, and my stab
I can't show you I 'em up with tattoos
I can't do but spit the truth
On smoking, drink patron before I hit the booth
You makin' songs for the club when niggas
I'm make 'em for the ride home, when thinking
One minute you here, minute shit is tragic
And this a Jim Jonsin track now the static

Been holdin' this pain inside for so
Though the never goes away
They say I should leave these behind me
But it's so to escape
Oh lord please send me an
To me out of this place
Take me
Away, far to better days