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, hanging out 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?"
Where's the

Yeah, give me my
Lord ain't enough time to
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to
Love my girl but I told her up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we then made up
to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling like a nigga got on
How the fuck did my life become a damn song?
She ride for a and she stand up for him
But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a
Ride through the streets with freaks and real
She never understand what like to be a man
when you look inside yourself you see a nigga
And you don't wanna let her
But you too for the settle down
And you can thug it out, learn what is love about
you can't live with 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 everybody
In this ain't no happy endings
Only beginnings
Followed by years of sinning and fake
The preacher says we were in image of Lord
To which I "Are you sure?
Even the murderer? Even the
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 know how I can take no more
I give you all I got till it no more
No more tears it's been ten long years, 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 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the crib out
My childhood fantasies of and home
But it's a lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the you hold out on account of your guilt
She's has got to spend her nights
And she or die like Eve and 'em
Make meals every evening
And even then, your lowest
When no longer Superman
At least you you got Lois Lane
But you

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

Yeah, unbelievable seen evil not even Knievel know
At age 3 I this world was three below
Listen, know my ego low achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my was halfway decent, yo
This just in, fucked more bitches than 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 white man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what their face is"
words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when we was of them
In chains and powerless, brave reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for just
To see the master creep 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, does you to accept it?
that type shit that tell why my granny light-skinned
Rich man rule the nation still
difference is we all slaves now, the chains still concealed
In our thoughts, if I follow my heart to myself
Could I run away 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
You

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