Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act totally
When they by themselves, they?
You see them with wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything brother?"
"Just taking it easy, out with the lady"
"Alright, God bless you, it easy now"
You be like that ain't like that
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 time to chase
All these dreams, I mean I got no to wait
Love my girl but I told her 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 a damn love song?
She ride for a and she stand up for him
But a nigga be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the streets freaks and real niggas
She never understand what like to be a man
Knowing when you look inside you see a nigga
And you don't wanna let her
But you too young for the down
And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is about
When you can't 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 these on me?"
And I came to
She pop a molly let the games begin
I'm

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

When it's all said and done dies
In this life ain't no happy
pure beginnings
Followed by of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher says we made in image of Lord
To I replied: "Are you sure?
the murderer? Even the whore?
Even the nigga running bitches on tour?"
a good girl at home folding clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and he knows and
Like what the is a break
Don't how much I can take no more
I give you all I got it ain't no more
No more tears it's been ten years, damn near
I don't if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout every you out, you come back she pout
back to back, this is whack
We 'bout to go and I'm in the crib acting out
My childhood of wife and home
But it's a lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you hold out on of your guilt
She's has got to spend her nights
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
home-cooked meals every evening
And even then, your days
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 evil that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this world was below
Listen, know my ego low achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my confidence was decent, yo
This just in, fucked more bitches Bieber though
I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know
Basis, my manager in the days was racist
I was a young boy, passing skates and laces
Old perverted white man who me: "Jermaine
It's all on the inside, fuck what color their face is"
Wise words from an man
Made me reflect on the times we was three-fifths of them
In and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice
in the baking sun for hours just
To see the master creep the shack where your lady at
9 months later got a baby,
Not what you expected, but you
Refuse to neglect it, you
Know your wifey loves you, does you refuse to it?
That's that shit that tell why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man rule the still
Only difference is we all slaves now, the 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 holding on
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
I'm on