Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act different
When by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything 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, where's the at nigga?"
Where's the

Yeah, me my space
Lord ain't enough time to
All these dreams, I I got no time to wait
my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait 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 love song?
She for a nigga and she stand up for him
But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a
through the streets with freaks and real niggas
She understand 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 maybe you can it out, learn what is love about
When you can't with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his on me
Stripper
"Baby, why don't you these bands on me?"
And I to spend
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 of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher says we were made in of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you
the murderer? Even the whore?
Even the nigga running through on tour?"
With a good girl at home folding and shit
She losing in him and he knows and shit
Like what the is a break
know how much I can take no more
I give you all I got till it no more
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
back to back, this is whack
We to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting 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 account of your
She's has got to her nights alone
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked every evening
And then, your lowest days
When you're no Superman
At least you you got Lois Lane
But you

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

Yeah, seen evil that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this world was three
Listen, even know my ego low achieved the
Imagine if my confidence was decent, yo
just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the to know
Basis, my manager back in the was racist
I was a young boy, skates and tucking laces
Old perverted man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, what color their face is"
Wise words from an man
Made me reflect on the times when we was three-fifths of
In chains and powerless, souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for just
To see the master creep into the where your lady at
9 months got a baby, that's
Not what 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 why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man the nation still
Only is we all slaves now, the chains still concealed
In our thoughts, if I follow my to save myself
Could I run away from 50 mill like Chappelle?
You

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