Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act totally
When they by themselves, don't
You see them with their
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, everything going brother?"
"Just taking it easy, out with 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, 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 then up
Used to living as a bird, but now I'm laid up
like a nigga got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my life become a damn 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 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 thug it out, what is love about
When you can't live with her and you live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I the devil got his hands on me
saying
"Baby, why don't you throw bands on me?"
And I came to
She pop a molly let the motherfucking begin
I'm

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

When it's all said and done dies
In this life ain't no endings
pure beginnings
Followed by years of and fake repentance
The preacher we were made in image of Lord
To which I "Are you sure?
Even the murderer? Even the
Even the nigga running bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at home folding clothes and
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 it's been ten long years, damn near
I know if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You 'bout every time 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 lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And the rumors you hold out on account of your guilt
has got to spend her nights alone
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked every evening
And even then, your lowest
When 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, unbelievable evil that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this world was below
Listen, even know my ego low achieved the
Imagine if my confidence was decent, yo
This just in, more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to
Basis, my back in the days was racist
I was a boy, passing skates and tucking laces
Old perverted man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all on the inside, fuck what color their face is"
Wise from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the when we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave souls 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 quite you expected, but you
Refuse to it, cause you
Know wifey loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
That's that type shit tell why my granny light-skinned
white man rule the nation still
Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains 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 holding on
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
I'm on