Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I about it
And my poor heart wants to die 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, when I'm about to lose my
1: J. Cole]
N*gga I up fast, then blew up fast
Money fallin out my pockets I got too cash
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too ass, like goddamn!
if you must 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 with me,
No sir no license all I got here is this 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 to the young boy im just rappin', get bored quickly.
Just to make up for line invite him on tour with me,
Show him the 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,
What up Vanessa, I you that one semester..
Thanks to my I balled like Uncle Fester.
Thinkin the board 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.
Tired of every chick sayin she models 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 greater purpose then a purpose
I'mma stack paper, hustle to relax later
Serve n*ggas and bring that's a waiter's purpose
Look how I made em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I they fakin'
Okay you a killer right, and Miss is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is 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 father of your little brother
In words goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, it's only right I 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 throw yo a*s up
a fact, if you was grass, I'd probably mow yo a*s up
Last call for you old n*ggas go and yo last cup
[Outro: J.
Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole
This Ib...he's a b*tch
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 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..