Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I think it
And my heart wants 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 grew up fast, blew up fast
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 from the school of hard knocks but 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 cocksucker ain't nothin to see!
you talkin 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.
Just to up for that line invite him on tour with me,
Show him the game let him finagle these with me!
Run through doors with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
Leave him there with two dykes probably change a life right,
What up Vanessa, I loved you one semester..
Thanks to my profession I balled like Fester.
Thinkin about the 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 every chick she models before she swallow.
So I f*ck with hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals.

N*ggas askin' me how I feel- how ya feel?
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even slightly interested in ya opinion is
I gotta purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, hustle just to relax
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 killer right, and Miss Cleo is
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love Satan
For fuckin Sanaa while Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the father of your little brother
In other words 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 Called Quest meets Death Row,
Learn 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 n*ggas go and pour yo 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 I'mma talk my
in the building
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 n*gga Big in the building
My Canei on the beat..