Luyện nghe bài hát Better On The Other Side

[Diddy
I remember the first time I you moonwalk,
I I could do anything,
you the world dance,
you the music come to life

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

[The
Whose Michael
Michael 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, grab the hand of you care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession, someone Usher,
I seen the moonwalk, I the young thriller touched him,
like he me, like he touched you,
so carry on his legacy, something i do,
and I trust you candles, concrete visuals,
me and my brothers listen to 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, beef is dead,
him and Mike Jackson gonna us to the ledge.

Brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the cry,
I up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the side,
you were chosen the start
gon let you go,

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

[Chris - Chorus]
the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and i why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's on the other side,
you chosen from the start
gon let you go,

[Boys II
This the kind of 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 and let, live and let die.