Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act different
they by themselves, don't they?
You see them their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, everything going brother?"
"Just it easy, hanging out with the lady"
"Alright, God you, take it easy now"
You be that nigga ain't like that
You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?"
"Hey yo, where's the at nigga?"
the bitches?

Yeah, me my space
Lord ain't enough time to
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to
Love my girl but I her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we then made up
Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm up
like a nigga got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my become a damn love song?
She ride for a nigga and she up for him
But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a
Ride through the streets with and real niggas
She never understand it's like to be a man
Knowing when you look yourself you see a nigga
And you wanna let her down
But you too young for the settle
And maybe you can thug it out, what is love about
When you can't with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I the devil got his hands on me
Stripper
"Baby, why don't you these bands on me?"
And I came to
She pop a molly let the motherfucking begin
I'm

Runaway, runaway, runaway,
I'm on desperately
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
I'm on

When all said and done everybody dies
In this life ain't no endings
Only beginnings
Followed by years of and fake repentance
The preacher says we were in image of Lord
To I replied: "Are you sure?
Even the murderer? Even the
Even the nigga through bitches on tour?"
With a good at home folding clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and he knows and
Like what the fuck is a
Don't know how much I can take no
I give you all I got it ain't no more
No more tears it's been ten years, damn near
I know if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You 'bout every time you out, you come back she pout
back to back, this is whack
We 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the acting out
My childhood fantasies of wife and
But it's a whole lot of actresses I'd to bone
And despite the rumors you hold out on account of your
She's has got to spend her alone
And she or die like Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals evening
And even then, your lowest
you're no longer Superman
At you know you got Lois Lane
But you

Runaway, runaway, runaway,
I'm holding on
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
I'm on

Yeah, unbelievable seen evil that not even Knievel
At age 3 I knew this world was below
Listen, even know my ego low the unachievable
Imagine if my was halfway decent, yo
This just in, fucked bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to
Basis, my manager in the days was racist
I was a young boy, passing skates and tucking
Old perverted man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color face is"
Wise words an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when we was three-fifths of
In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to
Slaving in the sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the shack where your at
9 months later got a baby,
Not quite you expected, but you
Refuse to it, cause you
Know your loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
That's that type that tell why my granny light-skinned
white man rule the nation still
Only difference is we all slaves now, the still concealed
In our thoughts, if I follow my to save myself
Could I run away from 50 mill like Chappelle?
You

Runaway, runaway, runaway,
I'm holding on
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
I'm on