Luyện nghe bài hát Better Days

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

1]
First thing I want to do is say up to T.I.
King of the south now see why
I'm just driving and thinking how I survived
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 about the rims but I ain't for that
Goin' out like Big and Pac I for that
Take this and put six holes in it
Shatter the glass and my body exposed in it
Lift the up and let all my demons out
And I can see my now cause that's what I've been dreamin' bout
I ain't thinking bout bitches and pulling out
I'm thinking about my sons everytime they leave the house
I know how to make it out the hood, seen the route
And the proof, me, Venus and Serina out

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

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

Been this pain inside for so long
Though the rain goes away
They say I should leave these streets me
But so hard to escape
Oh lord please send me an
To lead me out of place
me awwaaayyyy
Away, far to better days

3]
We got a new and I love that he black
But I'm a ask him like Bush, the soldiers at?
Now move the to New Orleans were the soldiers at
The water dried up well nigga do you know clap
We all juveniles, we all through some trials
And tribulations, I'm in this booth pacin'
What do I say next should I about some cars
Or the next chapter of my 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 drinking
I'm make 'em for the ride home, niggas thinking
One minute you here, next minute shit is
And this a Jim Jonsin now feel the static

Been holdin' this pain inside for so
Though the rain goes away
They say I should leave these streets me
But it's so hard to
Oh please send me an angel
To me out of this place
Take me
Away, far to better days