Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act totally
When they by themselves, don't
You see them their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's going brother?"
"Just taking it easy, hanging out the lady"
"Alright, God bless you, take it now"
You be like nigga ain't like that
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 time to
All these dreams, I mean I got no to wait
Love my but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we then made up
Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm up
Feeling like a got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my become a damn love song?
She for a nigga and she stand up for him
But a wanna 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 when you look yourself you see a nigga
And you don't let her down
But you too for the settle down
And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is love
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 bands 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
Only pure
Followed by of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher we were made in image of Lord
To which I "Are you sure?
Even the Even the whore?
Even the nigga running bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at home clothes and shit
She losing in him and he knows and shit
Like what the fuck is a
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 back she
Sleeping to back, this is whack
We 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the crib out
My childhood fantasies of wife and
But it's a whole lot of actresses I'd like to
And despite the you hold out on account of your guilt
She's has got to spend her nights
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
home-cooked meals every evening
And even then, lowest days
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, seen evil that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this world was below
Listen, know my ego low achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my 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 back in the days was
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 on the times when we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave reduced to cowardice
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 quite you expected, but you
Refuse to neglect it, you
your wifey loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
That's that type that tell why my granny light-skinned
white man rule the nation still
Only difference is we all now, the chains still concealed
In our thoughts, if I follow my heart to myself
Could I run away from 50 mill Dave Chappelle?
You

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