Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I think it
And my heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet 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, I'm about to lose my mind
[Verse 1: J.
I grew up fast, then blew up fast
Money fallin out my pockets I got too much
fit nothin in her pockets she got too much ass, like goddamn!
Well if you ask..
We from the school of hard but your crew cut class!
Half white but don't I got a Klu Klux pass,
When I'm up in the V, police be f*ckin' me,
No sir no all I got here is this f*ckin' degree,
along cocksucker ain't nothin to see!
Unless you blockbusters, you n*ggas is not Russell,
You Diggy - 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,
Show him the game let him these wh*res with me!
Run through they doors 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..
to my profession I balled like Uncle Fester.
Thinkin about the board I use to 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 is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of every chick sayin she models 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 in what ya opinion is
I gotta purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma paper, hustle just to relax later
n*ggas and bring 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 Miss is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is and me and Beyonce datin'
And Jesus be hatin, got mad love from Satan
For fuckin Sanaa Lathan Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of your little
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 like Tribe Called Quest Death Row,
Learn somethin boy, 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 for you old n*ggas go and pour yo last cup
J. Cole]
Yea, yea, yea yea, World
This Ib...he's a b*tch
He me to talk shit to you n*ggas, so I'mma talk my shit
Dreamville in the
I know what y'all want me to talk about, what want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later; them ass n*ggas...
My Big Sean in the building
My n*gga on the beat..