Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act totally
they by themselves, don't they?
You see them their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything 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, the bitches at nigga?"
Where's the

Yeah, give me my
Lord enough 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 got handcuffs on
How the did my life become a damn love song?
She ride for a nigga and she up for him
But a nigga be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the streets with freaks and real
She understand what it's like to be a man
Knowing you look inside yourself you see a nigga
And you don't let her down
But you too young for the settle
And maybe you can thug it out, 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
Stripper
"Baby, why you throw these bands on me?"
And I to spend
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 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 murderer? the whore?
Even the running through bitches on tour?"
With a girl at home folding clothes and shit
She losing in him and he knows and shit
Like what the is a break
Don't know how I can take no more
I give you all I got till it ain't no
No more tears been ten long years, damn near
I don't know if I can wait no more, and who can her
You complaining 'bout every time you out, you come she pout
Sleeping back to back, is whack
We 'bout to go 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 nights
And she ride or die Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals every
And then, your lowest days
When no longer Superman
At least you know you got Lois
But you

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

Yeah, unbelievable seen evil that not 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 just in, fucked more than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my on the need to know
Basis, my back in the days was racist
I was a young boy, passing skates and laces
Old white man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, what color their face is"
Wise words an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when we was of them
In chains and powerless, souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the where your lady at
9 later got a baby, that's
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 shit that tell why my light-skinned
Rich white man rule the nation
Only is we all slaves now, the chains still concealed
In our thoughts, if I my heart to save myself
Could I run away from 50 mill like Dave
You

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