Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act different
When they by themselves, don't
You see them with wife
"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 like
You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?"
"Hey yo, where's the at nigga?"
the bitches?

Yeah, give me my
Lord ain't enough time to
All dreams, I mean I got no time to wait
Love my but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made up
Used to 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 ride for a and she stand up for him
But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a
Ride through the streets with freaks and niggas
She never what it's like to be a man
Knowing when you look yourself you see a nigga
And you don't wanna let her
But you too for the settle down
And maybe you can thug it out, learn is love about
you can't live with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I the devil got his hands on me
Stripper
"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 and done everybody dies
In life ain't no happy endings
Only pure
Followed by years of and fake repentance
The preacher says we were in image of Lord
To which I "Are you sure?
Even the Even the whore?
the nigga running through bitches on tour?"
With a good at home folding clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and he knows and
what the fuck is a break
Don't know how much I can no more
I give you all I got till it no more
No more tears been ten long years, damn near
I know if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout every time you out, you come she pout
back to back, this is whack
We 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the acting out
My fantasies of wife and home
But a whole lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you out on account of your guilt
has got to spend her nights alone
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals evening
And then, your lowest days
you're no longer Superman
At least you know you got Lois
But you

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

Yeah, seen evil that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I this world was three below
Listen, even know my ego low the unachievable
Imagine if my confidence was decent, yo
This just in, fucked more bitches Bieber though
Still I it low, got my niggas on the need to know
Basis, my manager back in the days was
I was a young boy, passing skates and laces
Old white man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, what color their face is"
Wise words from an man
me reflect on the times when we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for hours
To see the creep 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 your loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
that type shit that tell why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man rule the nation
Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains concealed
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