Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

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

N*ggas keep askin' me how I feel- how ya
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not slightly interested in what ya opinion is
I greater purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma paper, hustle just to relax later
Serve n*ggas and bring change a waiter's purpose
Look how I em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I know they fakin'
Okay you a right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce
And Jesus be hatin, got mad love from Satan
For fuckin Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of your brother
In other words I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, only right I brought back the soul,
Y'all got way too electro, near techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, Cole special,
Style like Tribe Called Quest meets 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
call for you old n*ggas go and pour yo last cup
[Outro: J.
Yea, yea, yea yea, World
This Ib...he's a b*tch
He told me to talk shit to you n*ggas, so I'mma my shit
Dreamville in the
I know what y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to
But we'll get to that later; them ass n*ggas...
My Big Sean in the building
My Canei on the beat..