Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

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

Yeah, me my space
Lord ain't enough time to
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 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 life a damn love song?
She ride for a and she stand up for him
But a nigga be a nigga, be a nigga
through the streets with freaks and real niggas
She never understand what it's to be a man
Knowing when you look inside you see a nigga
And you wanna let her down
But you too young for the down
And you can thug it out, learn what is love about
you can't live with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his on me
Stripper
"Baby, why you throw these bands on me?"
And I came to
She pop a molly let the motherfucking games
I'm

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

When it's all said and done dies
In this life ain't no happy
Only pure
Followed by of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher says we were made in of Lord
To which I "Are you sure?
Even the murderer? Even the
Even the nigga running through on tour?"
With a good at home folding clothes and shit
She faith in him and he knows and shit
Like the fuck is a break
Don't know how I can take no more
I give you all I got it ain't no more
No more tears it's ten long years, damn near
I don't know if I can wait no more, and who can her
You 'bout every time you out, you come back she pout
Sleeping back to back, this is
We to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out
My fantasies of wife and home
But it's a lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you hold out on account of guilt
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
When you're no longer
At least you know you got Lane
But you

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

Yeah, unbelievable seen evil not even Knievel know
At age 3 I this world was three below
Listen, even my ego low achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my was halfway decent, yo
This in, fucked more bitches than Bieber though
Still I it low, got my niggas on the need to know
Basis, my manager back in the 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 their is"
words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the when we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to
in the baking sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the shack where lady at
9 later got a baby, that's
Not what you expected, but you
to neglect it, cause you
Know wifey loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
That's that shit that tell why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man rule the still
Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains concealed
In our thoughts, if I my heart to save myself
Could I run away from 50 like Dave Chappelle?
You

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