Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway Slave

Yea
For Zane, my

Man I like a runaway slave
Cant down
Never gon
My to the wind
My in the sky
Im never in
Middle up high
And even I die
shed a tear when Im laid
I feel a runaway slave
I said I feel like a runaway
Sometimes I like a runaway slave

1:

I could die before I get never touch a mill
Die my album drops never sell a mill
Die before I get to see how success
Die before any of my are fulfilled
Die before I really start livin out my
Die before I see my son grow a man
Die before my niggas come home they bids
Die before I truly learn how to really
Now it like I know death
Gotta my own steps

Wonder my aint around cuz they all left
Pride in the contemplating on my own death
Shots fly niggaz to kill my on my doorstep
How gon remember me? Whatll be my legacy?
How they gon about me when they pour that hennessy?
nigga thug, that nigga was a rider
That nigga was one of a survivor
in the pen with no money for bail
Every nigga on the run tryin to up outta jail
I could ya

Yea I know, hold on and be my niggas

Man I feel like a slave
calm down
Never gon
My to the wind
My in the sky
Im giving in
finger up high
And when I die
Dont shed a tear when Im
I feel like a slave
I said I like a runaway slave
Sometimes I feel like a runaway

2:

I could die before I bring happiness to my
Die before I make peace with my momma
Die before I all my bullshit drama
Die but cry this is death before dishonor
This is my last and testament
to my testament
Please raise Zane to be a leader and a
I dont have regrets all the times I was negligent
Standing in the fronting like im innocent
at how I came up
Duckin men
Friends getting railroaded hung by his
This is what they me
Hell is they gave me
Homies home on parole but they aint free
at me, look at life, how im supposed to change huh?
Im feelin like a slave ma
Cant calm down I refuse to be
Standing in 4 walls banging on the cage
on the jail bus handcuffed and chained
When its said and they gon remember my name
Now in the front row, sittin at my funeral
Everybody cryin, another death as usual
You me?

Man I feel like a runaway
Cant calm
Never gon
My to the wind
My in the sky
Im giving in
finger up high
And even I die
Dont shed a tear when Im
I like a runaway slave
I said I feel like a slave
Sometimes I feel like a runaway