Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

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

Yeah, give me my
Lord ain't time to chase
All dreams, I mean I got no time to wait
my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then up
Used to living as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling 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 be a nigga, be a nigga
through the streets with freaks and real niggas
She never what it's like to be a man
Knowing you look inside yourself you see a nigga
And you don't 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
saying
"Baby, why don't you throw these on me?"
And I came to
She pop a molly let the games begin
I'm

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

When it's all said and done everybody
In this life ain't no happy
Only pure
Followed by years of sinning and repentance
The preacher says we were made in of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you
Even the murderer? Even the
Even the nigga through bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at folding clothes and shit
She losing in him and he knows and shit
what the fuck is a break
Don't know how I can take no more
I you all I got till it ain't no more
No more it's been ten long years, damn near
I know if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout every time you out, you back she pout
Sleeping back to back, is whack
We to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out
My childhood of wife and home
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 her nights alone
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals evening
And then, your lowest days
When you're no Superman
At least you know you got Lane
But you

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

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

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