Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I think it
And my heart wants to die about it
about 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, when I'm about to my mind
[Verse 1: J.
N*gga I grew up fast, then blew up
Money fallin out my pockets I got too much
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too much ass, goddamn!
Well if you ask..
We the school of hard knocks but your crew cut class!
Half white but don't think I got a Klu pass,
I'm up in the V, police be f*ckin' with me,
No sir no license all I got is this f*ckin' degree,
Move along ain't nothin 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.
to make up for that line invite him on tour with me,
Show him the let him finagle these wh*res with me!
Run they doors with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
Leave him with two dykes probably change a n*gga life right,
What up Vanessa, I loved you one semester..
Thanks to my profession I balled like Fester.
Thinkin about the board I use to above the dresser.
Half the sh*t I wrote I did it, its old now got-
New goals, plus my on Manute Bol,
Funny how my old is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of every sayin she models before she swallow.
So I only f*ck with hat tricks, b*tches a few goals.

N*ggas keep me how I feel- how ya feel?
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even slightly interested in ya opinion is
I gotta greater then a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, just to relax later
Serve n*ggas and bring change that's a purpose
Look how I made em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I they fakin'
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 love from
For fuckin Sanaa Lathan Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the father of your little brother
In words goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
Cole, it's only right I brought back the soul,
Y'all got way too electro, near techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, Cole special,
like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row,
Learn boy, grow yo a*s up!
Cheap n*gga, if you was liquor I'd 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
This Ib...he's a b*tch
He told me to talk shit to you n*ggas, so I'mma my shit
in the building
I know what want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss
But get to that later; them bitch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big in the building
My Canei on the beat..