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 much
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too much ass, goddamn!
Well if you ask..
We from the of hard knocks but your crew cut class!
white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass,
When I'm up in the V, police be f*ckin' 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 Diggy - me I'm more Biggie,
No diss to the boy im just rappin', get bored quickly.
to make up for that 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,
him there with two dykes probably change a n*gga life right,
What up Vanessa, I you that one semester..
Thanks to my profession I balled Uncle Fester.
about the board I use to have above the dresser.
Half the sh*t I wrote I did it, its old now got-
New goals, plus my money on Bol,
Funny how my old highs is my new lows.
Tired of every sayin she models before she swallow.
So I only f*ck with hat tricks, 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 a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, 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 fakin'
Okay you a right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is 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 deadbeat father of your brother
In words 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 like Tribe Called Quest Death Row,
somethin 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 go and pour yo last cup
J. Cole]
Yea, yea, yea yea, World
This Ib...he's a b*tch
He told me to shit to you n*ggas, so I'mma talk my shit
Dreamville in the
I know what y'all me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to later; them bitch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big in the building
My Canei on the beat..