Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act totally
When they by themselves, don't
You see them with 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, give me my
Lord ain't enough to chase
All these dreams, I mean I got no 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 free as a bird, but now I'm up
Feeling like a got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my life become a damn love
She ride for a nigga and she up for him
But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a
through the streets with freaks and real niggas
She never understand what it's to be a man
Knowing you look inside 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 what is about
When you live with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his on me
Stripper
"Baby, why don't you these bands on me?"
And I came to
She pop a molly let the games begin
I'm

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

When it's all said and everybody dies
In this ain't no happy endings
Only pure
Followed by years of sinning and fake
The preacher says we were in image of Lord
To I replied: "Are you sure?
the murderer? Even the whore?
Even the nigga running bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at folding clothes and shit
She losing in him and he knows and shit
what the fuck is a break
Don't know how much I can take no
I give you all I got till it ain't no
No tears it's been ten long years, damn near
I know if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout time you out, you come back she pout
Sleeping back to back, this is
We 'bout to go and I'm in the crib acting out
My fantasies 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
She's has got to spend her nights
And she or die like Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals evening
And even then, your lowest
When no longer Superman
At least you know you got Lane
But you

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

Yeah, unbelievable seen that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I this world was three below
Listen, even my ego low achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my was halfway decent, yo
just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my on the need to know
Basis, my manager in the days was racist
I was a young boy, passing skates and tucking
Old perverted white man who me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color face is"
words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the when we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave reduced to cowardice
in the baking sun for hours just
To see the creep into the shack where your lady at
9 months later got a baby,
Not what you expected, but you
Refuse to it, cause you
Know your loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
That's that shit that tell why my granny light-skinned
Rich man rule the nation still
Only is we all slaves now, the chains still concealed
In our thoughts, if I follow my heart to save
I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
You

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