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 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 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
to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling like a 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
Ride 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 don't wanna let her
But you too young for the settle
And maybe you can thug it out, what is love about
you can't live with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his on me
saying
"Baby, why don't you throw bands on me?"
And I to spend
She pop a molly let the motherfucking begin
I'm

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

it's all said and done everybody dies
In this life ain't no endings
Only beginnings
by years 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 nigga through bitches on tour?"
With a good at home folding clothes and shit
She losing in him and he knows and shit
Like the fuck is a break
Don't 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 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 of wife and home
But it's a whole lot of I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you hold out on account of your
has got to spend her nights alone
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
home-cooked meals every 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 holding on
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
I'm on

Yeah, unbelievable seen evil not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this world was below
Listen, even know my ego low achieved the
if my confidence was halfway decent, yo
This just in, more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my on the need 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 their is"
Wise words an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times we was three-fifths 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 months later got a baby,
Not quite you expected, but you
Refuse to it, cause you
Know wifey loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
That's that shit that tell why my granny light-skinned
white man rule 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 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
You

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