Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I about it
And my poor wants to die about it
about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double
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 grew up fast, then up fast
Money fallin out my I got too much cash
Can't fit nothin in her she got too much ass, like goddamn!
Well if you ask..
We from the school of hard but your crew cut class!
Half white but don't I got a Klu Klux pass,
I'm up in the V, police 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 with two dykes 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 above the dresser.
the sh*t I wrote down I did it, its old now got-
New goals, plus my money on Bol,
Funny how my old highs is my new lows.
Tired of chick sayin she models before she swallow.
So I only f*ck hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals.

N*ggas keep askin' me how I feel- how ya
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even slightly interested in what ya is
I gotta greater purpose then a purpose
stack paper, hustle 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 know they
Okay you a killer right, and Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is and me and Beyonce datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad from Satan
For fuckin Sanaa Lathan while Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of your little
In other goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, it's only right I brought the soul,
Y'all got way too electro, damn techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, Cole special,
Style Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row,
somethin boy, grow yo a*s up!
Cheap n*gga, if you was liquor I'd probably 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, World
n*gga Ib...he's a b*tch
He told me to shit to you n*ggas, so I'mma talk my shit
in the building
I know what y'all want me to talk about, 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..