Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

Married men act different
When they by themselves, don't
You see them with their
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, everything going brother?"
"Just taking it easy, hanging out the lady"
"Alright, God bless you, it easy now"
You be like that nigga ain't like
You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?"
"Hey yo, where's the at nigga?"
Where's the

Yeah, me my space
Lord ain't time to chase
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to
Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked made up
to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling a nigga got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my become a damn love 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 it's to be a man
when you look inside yourself you see a nigga
And you wanna let her down
But you too young for the settle
And maybe you can 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 devil got his on me
saying
"Baby, why don't you throw bands on me?"
And I to spend
She pop a molly let the motherfucking games
I'm

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

When it's all and done everybody dies
In life ain't no happy endings
pure beginnings
Followed by years of sinning and fake
The preacher says we made in image of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you
Even the murderer? Even the
the nigga running through bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at home clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and he knows and
what the fuck is a break
Don't know how much I can take no
I give you all I got it ain't no more
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 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 actresses I'd to bone
And the rumors you hold out on account of your guilt
has got to spend her nights alone
And she or die like Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked every evening
And then, your lowest days
When you're no Superman
At least you know you got Lois
But you

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

Yeah, seen evil that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this world was below
Listen, even my ego low achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my was halfway decent, yo
just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the to know
Basis, my manager 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, fuck what color their is"
Wise from an indecent man
me reflect on the times when we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave reduced to cowardice
in the baking sun for hours just
To see the creep 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 type shit that tell why my granny
Rich white man the nation still
Only difference is we all now, the chains still concealed
In our thoughts, if I follow my to save myself
I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
You

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