Luyện nghe bài hát Better On The Other Side

[Diddy
I the first time I seen you moonwalk,
I believed I do anything,
you the world dance,
you made the music to life

[Chris Brown -
This the type of song that make the cry,
I look up in the sky and I wonder
why you had to go, go
I it's better on the other side,
you chosen from the start
gon let you go,

[The
Michael Jackson?
You're Jackson,
I'm Jackson,
We all Jackson,
I guess what I'm asking is, bow their head for a legend,
don't for a second,
now let the air out, the hand of somebody you care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession, someone Usher,
I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young thriller him,
like he touched me, he touched you,
so on his legacy, something i must do,
and I trust you lighting candles, visuals,
me and my listen to Jackson 5 in the living room,
first i did when i heard was call puff,
cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that is dead,
him and Mike Jackson gonna us to the ledge.

Brown - Chorus]
This the of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and i wonder
why you had to go, go
I know better on the other side,
you chosen from the start
gon let you go,

As I'm pouring out this liquor candles to flicker,
list my air ones, MJ was my nigger.
Not the one that play ball, the one the hollywood star,
and since I'm a Hollywood star tell you my story,
never had a family close,
never see Berry walking through Interscope,
but like me, they always had Mike in a scope,
no matter you say,
love him and hes still dope,
let me take you back to '85 i was in a zone,
dancing for my momma, jacket with all the zippers on,
now im doing 90 bout to in this Aston,
to Outcast, I'm sorry Mrs Jackson
anything I can ever do to better you son was our king
so we Corretta you,
I'm writing this letter to all the kids, we all Jackson kids,
to let us through.

[Chris Brown -
This the type of song that the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and i why?
why you had to go, go
I it's better on the other side,
you were from the start
gon let you go,

[Boys II
This the of song that make the angels cry,
up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we and let die
This the kind of song make the angels cry,
up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, and let die.