Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I think it
And my poor heart wants to die 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 pretend I'm doing fine, I'm about to lose my mind
[Verse 1: J.
I grew up fast, then blew up fast
Money out my pockets I got too much cash
Can't fit in her pockets she got too much ass, like goddamn!
if you must ask..
We the school of hard knocks but your crew 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 all I got here is this f*ckin' degree,
Move along cocksucker ain't to see!
you talkin blockbusters, you n*ggas is not Russell,
You more Diggy - me I'm Biggie,
No diss to the young boy im rappin', get bored quickly.
Just to make up for that line invite him on with me,
Show him the game let him these wh*res with me!
Run through they doors me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
him there with two dykes probably change a n*gga life right,
What up Vanessa, I you that one semester..
Thanks to my profession I balled Uncle Fester.
Thinkin about the I use to have above the dresser.
Half the sh*t I wrote I did it, its old now got-
New goals, plus my money on Bol,
how my old highs is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of every chick sayin she before she swallow.
So I only f*ck with hat tricks, with a few goals.

N*ggas keep askin' me how I how ya feel?
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even slightly in what ya opinion is
I gotta greater purpose a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, just to relax later
Serve and bring change that's a waiter's purpose
Look how I made em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I know they
Okay you a right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad from Satan
For Sanaa Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat of your little brother
In other goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, it's right I brought back the soul,
Y'all got way too electro, damn techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, Cole special,
Style like Tribe Called Quest Death Row,
somethin boy, grow yo a*s up!
Cheap n*gga, if you was 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 n*ggas go and yo last cup
[Outro: J.
Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole
This Ib...he's a b*tch
He told me to shit to you n*ggas, so I'mma talk my shit
Dreamville in the
I know what y'all me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later; them ass n*ggas...
My Big Sean in the building
My n*gga on the beat..