Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act different
When they by themselves, don't
You see them with their
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's going brother?"
"Just it easy, hanging out with the lady"
"Alright, God you, take 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?"
Where's the

Yeah, give me my
Lord enough time to chase
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to
my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we 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 love
She ride for a nigga and she up for him
But a nigga be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the streets with 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 wanna let her
But you too young for the down
And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is about
When you can't live with her and you can't without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the got his hands on me
Stripper
"Baby, why don't you throw bands on me?"
And I came to
She pop a molly let the motherfucking begin
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 beginnings
Followed by years of and fake repentance
The preacher we were made in image of Lord
To I replied: "Are you sure?
the murderer? Even the whore?
Even the nigga running through on tour?"
With a good girl at home clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and he and shit
Like what the fuck is a
Don't how much I can take no more
I give you all I got till it ain't no
No more tears it's been ten years, damn near
I know if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout every time you out, you come back she
Sleeping to back, this is whack
We 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the crib out
My childhood of wife and home
But it's a lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you hold out on of your guilt
She's has got to spend her alone
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make meals every evening
And then, your lowest days
When you're no longer
At least you know you got Lois
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 three
Listen, even know my ego low the unachievable
Imagine if my was halfway decent, yo
This just in, fucked more bitches than though
Still I keep it low, got my on the need to know
Basis, my back in the days was racist
I was a boy, passing skates and tucking laces
Old perverted man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what their face is"
Wise words from an man
Made me reflect on the times we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave souls to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for 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
Refuse to it, cause you
Know wifey 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 heart to save
I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
You

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