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 crossed
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 fallin out my I got too much cash
Can't fit nothin in her she got too much ass, like goddamn!
Well if you ask..
We from the school of hard knocks but your cut class!
Half white but think I got a Klu Klux pass,
I'm up in the V, police be f*ckin' with me,
No sir no license all I got is this f*ckin' degree,
along cocksucker ain't nothin to see!
Unless you talkin blockbusters, you is not Russell,
You more - me I'm more Biggie,
No diss to the young boy im just rappin', get quickly.
Just to make up for that line invite him on tour 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 with two dykes probably change a n*gga life right,
up Vanessa, I loved you that one semester..
Thanks to my profession I balled like Fester.
Thinkin about the I use to have 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 highs is my new lows.
of every chick sayin she models before she swallow.
So I f*ck with hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals.

N*ggas keep me how I feel- how ya feel?
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even interested in what ya opinion is
I gotta greater purpose a hater purpose
I'mma paper, hustle just to relax later
Serve n*ggas and bring change a waiter's purpose
Look how I made em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I know they
Okay you a killer right, and Miss Cleo is
And Bob Marley is and me and Beyonce datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad from Satan
For fuckin Sanaa while Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the father of your little brother
In other goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
Cole, it's only right I brought back the soul,
Y'all got way too electro, near techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, Cole special,
Style Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row,
Learn boy, grow yo a*s up!
n*gga, if you was liquor I'd probably throw yo a*s up
Matter a fact, if you was grass, I'd mow yo a*s up
call for you old n*ggas go and pour yo last cup
[Outro: J.
Yea, yea, yea yea, World
This n*gga Ib...he's a
He told me to talk shit to you n*ggas, so talk my shit
in the building
I know what y'all want me to talk about, 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..