Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act different
When they by themselves, 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 bless you, take it now"
You be like that nigga ain't that
You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?"
"Hey yo, where's the at nigga?"
the bitches?

Yeah, me my space
ain't enough time to chase
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to
Love my but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we then made 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 nigga wanna be a nigga, be a
Ride through the streets freaks and real niggas
She never understand what it's 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 it out, learn what is love about
When you can't with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the got his hands on me
saying
"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 life no happy endings
pure beginnings
Followed by years of sinning and repentance
The preacher says we made in image of Lord
To which I "Are you sure?
Even the murderer? the whore?
the nigga running through bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at home folding and shit
She losing faith in him and he and shit
Like what the is a break
Don't how much I can take no more
I give you all I got till it ain't no
No more it's been ten long years, damn near
I don't know if I can no more, and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout time you out, you come back she pout
back to back, this is whack
We to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out
My fantasies of wife and home
But it's a whole lot of I'd like to bone
And despite the you hold out on account of your guilt
She's has got to her nights alone
And she or die like Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals evening
And even then, lowest days
When you're no Superman
At least you you got Lois Lane
But you

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

Yeah, unbelievable seen that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this was three below
Listen, know my ego low achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my was halfway decent, yo
This in, fucked 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 young boy, passing skates and tucking
Old perverted man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what their face is"
Wise words from an man
Made me on the times 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 into the shack where your lady at
9 months later got a baby,
Not what you expected, but you
Refuse to neglect it, you
Know wifey loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
That's that shit that tell why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man rule the nation
difference is we all slaves now, the chains still concealed
In our thoughts, if I follow my heart to myself
Could I run away from 50 mill Dave Chappelle?
You

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