Luyện nghe bài hát Runaway

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

Yeah, give me my
ain't enough time to chase
All these dreams, I mean I got no to wait
Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't up"
Stumble late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made up
Used to living as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling like a nigga got on
How the fuck did my become a damn love song?
She ride for a nigga and she up for him
But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a
Ride through the with freaks and real niggas
She never understand it's like to be a man
Knowing when you look yourself you see a nigga
And you don't let her down
But you too young for the settle
And you can thug it out, learn what is love about
When you can't live with her and you can't live
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the got his hands on me
Stripper
"Baby, why don't you throw these on me?"
And I to spend
She pop a molly let the motherfucking games
I'm

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

it's all said and done everybody dies
In this life no happy endings
pure beginnings
Followed by years of sinning and fake
The says we were made in image of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you
Even the Even the whore?
the nigga running through bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at home folding clothes and
She losing in him and he knows and shit
Like the fuck is a break
Don't how much I can take no more
I give you all I got it ain't no more
No tears it's been ten long years, damn near
I don't if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You 'bout every time you out, you come back she pout
Sleeping back to back, this is
We to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out
My fantasies of wife and home
But it's a lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And the rumors you hold out on account of your guilt
She's has got to her nights alone
And she or die like Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked every evening
And even then, your days
When no longer Superman
At you know you got Lois Lane
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, even my ego low achieved the unachievable
if my confidence was halfway decent, yo
This just in, more bitches than 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 boy, passing skates and tucking laces
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 we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for just
To see the creep into the shack where your lady at
9 months later got a baby,
Not quite you expected, but you
to neglect it, cause you
Know your wifey loves you, you refuse to accept it?
That's that type shit that why my granny light-skinned
white man rule the nation still
Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains still
In our thoughts, if I my heart to save myself
Could I run away from 50 like Dave Chappelle?
You

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