Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act totally
When they by themselves, don't
You see them their 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 that nigga ain't that
You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?"
"Hey yo, where's the at nigga?"
the bitches?

Yeah, give me my
Lord enough time to chase
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to
Love my girl but I her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then up
to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling like a got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my life become a damn song?
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 what it's like to be a man
Knowing when you look yourself you see a nigga
And you wanna let her down
But you too young for the down
And maybe you can it out, learn what is love about
When you can't live with her and you can't without
Oh shit, goddamn, I the devil got his hands on me
saying
"Baby, why don't you throw these on me?"
And I to spend
She pop a let the motherfucking games begin
I'm

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

When all said and done everybody dies
In life ain't no happy endings
Only pure
Followed by years of and fake repentance
The preacher says we were made in of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you
Even the Even the whore?
Even the nigga running bitches on tour?"
With a girl at home folding clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and he and shit
Like the fuck 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 it's ten long years, damn near
I don't know if I can 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 fantasies of wife and home
But a whole lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you hold out on account of your
She's has got to spend her alone
And she or die like Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals evening
And even then, your days
you're no longer Superman
At least you know you got Lois
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, even know my ego low the unachievable
if my confidence was halfway decent, yo
This just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber
I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know
Basis, my manager back in the days was
I was a young boy, passing skates and laces
Old perverted man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all on the inside, fuck what color their face is"
words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave souls to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for 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 neglect it, you
Know your loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
That's that type 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 my heart to save myself
Could I run away 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
You

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