Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I think it
And my poor heart 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, I'm about to lose my mind
[Verse 1: J.
N*gga I up fast, then blew 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 the school of hard knocks but your crew cut class!
white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass,
When I'm up in the V, police be with me,
No sir no license all I got is this f*ckin' degree,
Move cocksucker 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 line invite him on with me,
him the game let him finagle these wh*res with me!
Run they doors with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
Leave him there with two dykes change a n*gga life right,
up Vanessa, I loved you that one semester..
Thanks to my profession I like Uncle Fester.
Thinkin the board I use to have above the dresser.
Half the sh*t I down I did it, its old now got-
New goals, plus my on Manute Bol,
Funny how my old highs is my new lows.
of every chick sayin she models before she swallow.
So I only with hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals.

N*ggas keep askin' me how I how ya feel?
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even interested in what ya opinion is
I gotta greater purpose then a purpose
I'mma stack paper, hustle to relax later
Serve n*ggas and change that's a waiter's purpose
Look how I made em nervous, is shakin, I know they fakin'
Okay you a killer right, and Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce
And Jesus be hatin, got mad love from Satan
For Sanaa Lathan while 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, flow special,
Style Tribe 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
a fact, if you was grass, I'd probably mow yo a*s up
Last for you old n*ggas go and pour yo last cup
[Outro: J.
Yea, yea, yea yea, World
This n*gga Ib...he's a
He told me to talk shit to you n*ggas, so I'mma talk my
Dreamville in the
I know what y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to
But we'll get to that them bitch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big in the building
My n*gga on the beat..