Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

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

Yeah, give me my
Lord enough time to chase
All dreams, I mean 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 then 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 song?
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 understand what it's like to be a man
Knowing when you inside yourself you see a nigga
And you wanna let her down
But you too young for the settle
And you can thug it out, learn what is love about
When you can't live with her and you can't live
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his on me
Stripper
"Baby, why you throw these bands on me?"
And I to spend
She pop a molly let the motherfucking begin
I'm

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

it's all said and done everybody dies
In this life ain't no endings
Only pure
Followed by years of sinning and repentance
The preacher says we made in image of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you
Even the murderer? Even the
Even the nigga running through on tour?"
With a girl at home folding clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and he 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 tears it's been ten long years, near
I don't know if I can wait no more, and who can her
You complaining 'bout every you out, you come back she pout
Sleeping back to back, 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 rumors you hold out on account of guilt
has got to spend her nights alone
And she or die like Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals evening
And even then, lowest days
you're no longer Superman
At least you know you got 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 world was three below
Listen, know my ego low achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my was halfway decent, yo
This just in, fucked more bitches than 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, passing skates and laces
Old perverted white man who me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color face is"
Wise words an indecent man
Made me on the times when we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, souls reduced to cowardice
in the baking sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the shack where your at
9 months later got a baby,
Not what you expected, but you
Refuse to it, cause you
Know your wifey loves you, does you refuse to it?
That's that type shit that tell why my granny
white man rule the nation still
Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains still
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