Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I about it
And my poor heart wants to die it
Woooooo about the 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 about to lose my
[Verse 1: J.
N*gga I grew up fast, then up fast
Money out my pockets I got too much cash
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too much ass, goddamn!
Well if you ask..
We from the school of hard but your crew cut class!
Half white but 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 here is this degree,
Move along ain't nothin to see!
Unless you talkin blockbusters, you is not Russell,
You more - me I'm more Biggie,
No diss to the boy im just rappin', get bored quickly.
Just to make up for line invite him on tour 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,
him there with two dykes probably change a n*gga life right,
What up Vanessa, I loved you one semester..
Thanks to my profession I like Uncle Fester.
Thinkin about the I use to have above the dresser.
Half the sh*t I wrote down I did it, its old now
New goals, my money on Manute Bol,
Funny how my old is suddenly 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 feel- how ya
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even interested in what ya opinion is
I gotta purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma paper, hustle just to relax later
Serve and bring change that's a waiter's purpose
Look how I made em nervous, is shakin, I know they fakin'
you a killer right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love Satan
For fuckin Sanaa Lathan Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of your brother
In other goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, it's only right I brought the soul,
got way too electro, damn 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 I'd probably 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, Cole
n*gga Ib...he's a b*tch
He told me to talk to you n*ggas, so I'mma talk my shit
in the building
I know what y'all want me to about, what y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to later; them bitch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big Sean in the
My n*gga on the beat..