Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I think it
And my poor wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet love 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, then 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!
white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass,
When I'm up in the V, be f*ckin' with me,
No sir no all I got here is this f*ckin' degree,
along cocksucker ain't nothin to see!
Unless you talkin blockbusters, you is not Russell,
You more Diggy - me I'm Biggie,
No diss to the young boy im rappin', get bored quickly.
Just to up for that line invite him on tour with me,
Show him the game let him finagle these wh*res me!
Run through they doors me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
Leave him there two dykes probably change a n*gga life right,
What up Vanessa, I loved you one semester..
Thanks to my profession I balled like Fester.
about the board I use to have above the dresser.
Half the sh*t I wrote down I did it, its old now
New goals, plus my on Manute Bol,
how my old highs is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of every chick she models before she swallow.
So I only f*ck with hat tricks, 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 a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, hustle just to relax
Serve n*ggas and bring change that's a purpose
how I made em nervous, n*ggas 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 Christ be hatin, got mad love from Satan
For fuckin Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the father of your little brother
In other words I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, it's only right I brought the soul,
Y'all got way too electro, near techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, Cole special,
like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row,
Learn somethin boy, 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, World
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 y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later; bitch ass n*ggas...
My Big Sean in the building
My n*gga on the beat..