Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

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

Yeah, give me my
Lord ain't enough to chase
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to
Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked made up
Used to free as a bird, but now I'm laid up
like a nigga got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my life become a damn song?
She for a nigga and she stand up for him
But a nigga be a nigga, be a nigga
through the streets with freaks and real niggas
She never understand it's like to be a man
Knowing you look inside yourself you see a nigga
And you wanna let her down
But you too young for the settle
And maybe you can it out, learn what is love about
When you can't live with her and you can't without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his on me
saying
"Baby, why don't you throw these on me?"
And I came to
She pop a let the motherfucking games begin
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 happy
pure beginnings
Followed by of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher says we made in image of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you
Even the murderer? Even the
Even the running through bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at home folding and shit
She losing faith in him and he and shit
Like what the 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 tears been ten long years, damn near
I don't know if I can no more, and who can blame her
You 'bout every time you out, you come back she pout
Sleeping back to back, 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 you hold out on account of your guilt
She's has got to her nights alone
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals evening
And even then, your lowest
When you're no 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 know
At age 3 I knew world was three below
Listen, even know my ego low the unachievable
Imagine if my was halfway decent, yo
This just in, fucked more than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my on the need to know
Basis, my manager in the days was racist
I was a boy, passing skates and tucking laces
Old perverted white man who me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color face is"
Wise words from an man
Made me reflect on the times when we was of them
In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to
Slaving in the baking sun for just
To see the master into the shack where your lady at
9 later got a baby, that's
Not what you expected, but you
Refuse to neglect it, you
Know wifey loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
That's that type shit tell why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man rule the still
Only difference is we all slaves now, the still concealed
In our thoughts, if I follow my to save myself
Could I run away from 50 like Dave Chappelle?
You

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