Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

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

Yeah, me my space
Lord ain't enough to chase
All these dreams, I I got no time to wait
Love my girl but I told her up "don't wait up"
Stumble late, I'm drunk, we fucked 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 become a damn love
She ride for a nigga and she up for him
But a wanna be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the streets with freaks and real
She never understand what it's to be a man
Knowing when you look inside yourself you see a
And you wanna let her down
But you too for the settle down
And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is about
When you live with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his on me
saying
"Baby, why don't you throw bands on me?"
And I to spend
She pop a molly let the games begin
I'm

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

When all said and done everybody dies
In this life ain't no endings
Only pure
Followed by years of sinning and fake
The preacher says we made in image of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you
Even the murderer? the whore?
Even the nigga running bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at home folding clothes and
She losing faith in him and he and shit
what the fuck is a break
Don't know how much I can no more
I you all I got till it ain't no more
No more tears it's been ten long years, damn
I don't 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 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 out on account of your guilt
She's has got to spend her alone
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals every
And even then, your days
you're no longer Superman
At you know you got Lois Lane
But you

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

Yeah, unbelievable evil that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew world was three below
Listen, even know my ego low achieved the
Imagine if my confidence was decent, yo
This just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber
I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know
Basis, my manager back in the days was
I was a young boy, passing and tucking 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 reflect on the times when we was of them
In chains and powerless, souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the sun for hours just
To see the creep into the shack where your lady at
9 months later got a baby,
Not quite you expected, but you
to neglect it, cause you
Know your wifey 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 is we all slaves now, the chains still concealed
In our thoughts, if I my heart to save myself
Could I run from 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
You

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