Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I about it
And my heart 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, I'm about to lose my mind
[Verse 1: J.
N*gga I up fast, then blew up fast
fallin out my pockets I got too much cash
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too ass, like goddamn!
if you must ask..
We from the school of hard knocks but your cut class!
white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass,
When I'm up in the V, police be f*ckin' me,
No sir no license all I got is this f*ckin' degree,
Move along cocksucker ain't to see!
you talkin blockbusters, you n*ggas is not Russell,
You more - me I'm more Biggie,
No diss to the young boy im rappin', get bored quickly.
Just to make up for that line invite him on tour me,
him the game let him finagle these wh*res with me!
Run through doors with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
Leave him there with two dykes change a n*gga life right,
What up Vanessa, I loved you one semester..
Thanks to my profession I balled like Fester.
Thinkin the board I use to have above the dresser.
Half the I wrote down I did it, its old now got-
New goals, plus my money on Bol,
Funny how my old is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of every chick sayin she models she swallow.
So I only f*ck hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals.

N*ggas keep me how I feel- how ya feel?
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even slightly interested in what ya is
I gotta greater purpose then a purpose
I'mma stack paper, just to relax later
Serve n*ggas and bring change that's a waiter's
Look how I made em nervous, is shakin, I know they fakin'
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 other goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, it's only right I back the soul,
got way too electro, damn near techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, flow 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
a fact, if you was grass, I'd probably mow yo a*s up
Last call for you old go and pour yo last cup
[Outro: J.
Yea, yea, yea yea, World
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 y'all 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 Sean in the
My Canei on the beat..