Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I about it
And my poor wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet 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 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 think I got a Klu pass,
When I'm up in the V, police be f*ckin' me,
No sir no license all I got here is f*ckin' degree,
Move along cocksucker ain't to see!
Unless you 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 line invite him on tour with me,
Show him the game let him finagle wh*res with me!
Run they doors with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
him there with two dykes probably change a n*gga life right,
What up Vanessa, I loved you one semester..
Thanks to my I balled like Uncle 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,
how my old highs is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of every chick sayin she models she swallow.
So I only f*ck with hat tricks, 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 greater purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, hustle just to later
Serve n*ggas and bring change that's a waiter's
Look how I made em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I know they
Okay you a killer right, and Miss Cleo is
And Bob is Haitian and me and Beyonce datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad from Satan
For fuckin Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat of your little brother
In words goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, only right I brought back the soul,
got way too electro, damn near techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, flow special,
Style like Tribe Called Quest Death 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
Last for you old n*ggas 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 talk shit to you n*ggas, so I'mma talk my
in the building
I know what y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to
But we'll get to that later; bitch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big in the building
My n*gga on the beat..