Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

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

Yeah, me my space
Lord enough time to chase
All dreams, I mean I got no time to wait
Love my girl but I her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked made up
Used to living as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling like a nigga got on
How the fuck did my life a damn love song?
She for a nigga and she stand up for him
But a wanna be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the streets with freaks and real
She never what it's like to be a man
Knowing when you look inside yourself you see a
And you don't let her down
But you too for the settle down
And you can thug it out, learn what is love about
When you can't with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I the devil 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 motherfucking games
I'm

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

When it's all said and done dies
In this life no happy endings
pure beginnings
Followed by of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher says we were made in of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you
Even the murderer? Even the
Even the nigga running bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at home folding clothes and
She losing in him and he knows and shit
what the fuck is a break
Don't how much I can take no more
I give you all I got till it ain't no
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 'bout time you out, you come back she pout
Sleeping to back, this is whack
We to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out
My childhood fantasies of and home
But it's a lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you hold out on account of guilt
She's has got to spend her alone
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked every evening
And even then, your lowest
When 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 seen evil that not even Knievel
At age 3 I knew this was three below
Listen, even know my ego low achieved the
if my confidence was halfway decent, yo
This just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber
Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the to know
Basis, my manager in the days was racist
I was a young boy, passing and tucking laces
Old white man who told me: "Jermaine
all pink on the inside, fuck what color 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 reduced to
Slaving in the sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the shack your lady at
9 months got a baby, that's
Not quite you expected, but you
to neglect it, cause you
Know your wifey loves you, you refuse to accept it?
That's that type shit that why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man rule the nation
Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains concealed
In our thoughts, if I follow my to save myself
I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
You

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