Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act totally
When by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, everything going brother?"
"Just taking it easy, out with the lady"
"Alright, God you, take 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 time to chase
All dreams, I mean I got no time 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
Feeling like a nigga got on
How the fuck did my become a damn love song?
She for a nigga and she stand up for him
But a nigga be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the with freaks and real niggas
She never understand what 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 what is about
When you can't live her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the got his hands on me
Stripper
"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 on desperately
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
I'm on

When it's all said and done dies
In this 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 replied: "Are you
the murderer? Even the whore?
Even the nigga running through on tour?"
With a girl at home folding clothes and shit
She faith in him and he knows and shit
Like what the is a break
Don't know how much I can no more
I you all I got till it ain't no more
No more tears been ten long years, damn near
I don't if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You complaining every time you out, you come back she pout
Sleeping to back, this is whack
We to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out
My childhood fantasies of and home
But a whole lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you hold out on account of guilt
She's has got to spend her alone
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals every
And then, your lowest days
When you're no Superman
At least you know you got Lane
But you

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

Yeah, unbelievable seen evil not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this world was below
Listen, know my ego low achieved the unachievable
if my confidence was halfway decent, yo
This 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 boy, passing skates and tucking laces
Old white man who told me: "Jermaine
all pink on the inside, fuck what color their face is"
Wise words an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when we was of them
In and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice
in the baking sun for hours just
To see the master into the shack where your lady at
9 months got a baby, that's
Not what you expected, but you
to neglect it, cause you
Know your wifey loves you, you refuse to accept it?
That's that type shit that why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man 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 from 50 like Dave Chappelle?
You

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