Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

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

Yeah, me my space
ain't enough time to chase
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to
Love my but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made up
to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling like a nigga got on
How the fuck did my life become a damn song?
She ride for a and she stand up for him
But a wanna be a nigga, be a nigga
through the streets with freaks and real niggas
She never understand what it's to be a man
when you look inside 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 live her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the got his hands on me
Stripper
"Baby, why you throw these bands on me?"
And I came to
She pop a molly let the games begin
I'm

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

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

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

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

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