Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act totally
When they by themselves, they?
You see them their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's going brother?"
"Just it easy, hanging out with 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?"
Where's the

Yeah, give me my
ain't enough time to chase
All these dreams, I 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 made up
Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm 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 wanna be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the streets freaks and real niggas
She never understand what like to be a man
Knowing when you look inside yourself you see a
And you don't let her down
But you too young for the down
And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is love
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 don't you these bands on me?"
And I came to
She pop a molly let the games begin
I'm

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

When it's all said and everybody dies
In this life no happy endings
pure beginnings
Followed by years of and fake repentance
The says we were made in image of Lord
To I replied: "Are you sure?
the murderer? Even the whore?
Even the running through bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at home folding and shit
She losing faith in him and he knows and
Like the fuck is a break
know how much I can take no more
I give you all I got till it no more
No more tears it's been ten long years, damn
I know if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout every time you out, you come she pout
back to back, this is whack
We to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out
My fantasies of wife and home
But it's a whole lot of I'd like to bone
And the rumors you hold out on account of your guilt
She's has got to her nights alone
And she or die like Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals evening
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 this world was three below
Listen, even 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 to know
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, what color their face is"
words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when we was of them
In and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice
in the baking sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the shack where lady at
9 months got a baby, that's
Not quite you expected, but you
Refuse to neglect it, you
Know your wifey loves you, you refuse to accept it?
That's that type that tell why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man rule the still
Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains still
In our thoughts, if I follow my 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