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 it easy, hanging out with the lady"
"Alright, God you, take it easy now"
You be like that nigga like that
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 dreams, I mean I got no time to wait
Love my girl but I told her up "don't wait up"
Stumble late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made up
Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm up
like a nigga got handcuffs on
How the did my life become a damn love song?
She for a nigga and she stand up for him
But a nigga be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the streets with and real niggas
She never understand what it's to be a man
Knowing when you look yourself you see a nigga
And you wanna let her down
But you too for the settle down
And maybe you can it out, learn what is love about
When you can't live with her and you can't live
Oh shit, goddamn, I the devil got his hands on me
Stripper
"Baby, why don't you throw these on me?"
And I came to
She pop a let the motherfucking games begin
I'm

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

When it's all said and everybody dies
In life ain't no happy endings
Only beginnings
Followed by years of sinning and fake
The preacher says we were made in image of
To which I "Are you sure?
the murderer? Even the whore?
Even the nigga running bitches on tour?"
With a good at home folding clothes and shit
She faith in him and he knows and shit
what the fuck is a break
Don't know how much I can take no
I give you all I got till it ain't no
No more it's been ten long years, damn near
I don't if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout time you out, you come back she pout
Sleeping to back, this is whack
We 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the acting out
My childhood of wife and home
But it's a whole lot of actresses I'd 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 meals every evening
And even then, your lowest
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 even know
At age 3 I knew this world was three
Listen, even know my ego low the unachievable
if my confidence was halfway decent, yo
This just in, fucked more bitches Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my on the need to know
Basis, my manager back in the was racist
I was a young boy, passing skates and tucking
Old perverted man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what their face is"
Wise words an indecent man
me reflect on the times when we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for hours
To see the creep into the shack where your lady at
9 months got a baby, that's
Not quite you expected, but you
Refuse to it, cause you
Know your wifey loves you, does you refuse to it?
that type shit that tell why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man the nation still
Only difference is we all slaves now, the still concealed
In our thoughts, if I my heart 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