Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

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

Yeah, give me my
Lord ain't enough to chase
All dreams, I mean I got no time to wait
Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then up
Used to living as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling like a got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my life become a love song?
She ride for a and she stand up for him
But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a
through the streets with freaks and real niggas
She never understand what like to be a man
Knowing when you look inside you see a nigga
And you don't let her down
But you too young for the down
And you can thug it out, learn what is love about
When you can't live her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I the devil got his hands on me
saying
"Baby, why you throw these bands on me?"
And I to spend
She pop a molly let the motherfucking games
I'm

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

When it's all said and everybody dies
In this life ain't no endings
Only beginnings
Followed by years of sinning and fake
The preacher says we were in image of Lord
To I replied: "Are you sure?
Even the Even the whore?
the nigga running through bitches on tour?"
With a girl at home folding clothes and shit
She faith in him and he knows and shit
Like the fuck is a break
Don't how much I can take no more
I give you all I got it ain't no more
No more tears it's been ten long years, damn
I don't know if I can wait no more, and who can her
You complaining 'bout every time you out, you come she pout
Sleeping back to back, is whack
We to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out
My childhood fantasies of and home
But a whole lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you out on account of your guilt
She's has got to spend her nights
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals evening
And even then, your lowest
you're no longer Superman
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 that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this world was three
Listen, know my ego low achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my confidence was decent, yo
This just in, more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to
Basis, my manager back in the days was
I was a young boy, passing skates and laces
Old white man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color face is"
Wise from an indecent man
Made me on the times when we was three-fifths of them
In and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the where your lady at
9 later 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 why my granny light-skinned
Rich man rule the nation 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 mill Dave Chappelle?
You

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