Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I about it
And my heart wants to die about it
Woooooo the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got crossed
By a guy who was my friend, I see him now and
But I I'm doing fine, when I'm about to lose my mind
[Verse 1: J.
I grew up fast, then blew up fast
Money fallin out my pockets I got too much
Can't fit in her pockets she got too much ass, like goddamn!
Well if you ask..
We the school of hard knocks but your crew cut class!
Half white but don't I got a Klu Klux pass,
When I'm up in the V, police be f*ckin' me,
No sir no license all I got here is f*ckin' degree,
along cocksucker ain't nothin to see!
Unless you blockbusters, you n*ggas is not Russell,
You Diggy - me I'm more Biggie,
No diss to the young boy im rappin', get bored quickly.
to make up for that line invite him on tour with me,
Show him the game let him finagle wh*res with me!
Run through they doors me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
Leave him there with two dykes probably a n*gga life right,
up Vanessa, I loved you that one semester..
Thanks to my I balled like Uncle Fester.
Thinkin the board I use to have above the dresser.
Half the I wrote down I did it, its old now got-
New goals, my money on Manute Bol,
Funny how my old is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of chick sayin she models before she swallow.
So I only with hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals.

N*ggas keep askin' me how I feel- how ya
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even interested in what ya opinion is
I gotta greater purpose a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, hustle to relax later
Serve and bring change that's a waiter's purpose
Look how I em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I know they fakin'
Okay you a killer right, and Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love Satan
For fuckin Sanaa Lathan while Good is waitin'
I'm the father of your little brother
In other goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, it's right I brought back the soul,
got way too electro, damn near techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, flow special,
Style like Tribe Called meets Death Row,
Learn boy, grow yo a*s up!
n*gga, if you was liquor I'd probably throw yo a*s up
Matter a fact, if you was grass, I'd mow yo a*s up
Last call for you old go and pour yo last cup
J. Cole]
Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole
n*gga Ib...he's a b*tch
He told me to talk shit to you n*ggas, so talk my shit
Dreamville in the
I know what want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that them bitch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big in the building
My n*gga on the beat..