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 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 my mind
[Verse 1: J.
N*gga I grew up fast, then up fast
Money fallin out my pockets I got too much
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too much ass, goddamn!
if you must ask..
We the school 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 with me,
No sir no license all I got is this f*ckin' degree,
Move along cocksucker nothin to see!
Unless you 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 that line him on tour with me,
Show him the game let him finagle wh*res with me!
Run through they doors with me, hit the 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.
Thinkin about the board I use to above the dresser.
Half the sh*t I wrote down I did it, its old now
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 only f*ck with hat tricks, b*tches a few goals.

N*ggas keep askin' me how I how ya feel?
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not slightly interested in what ya opinion is
I gotta greater then a hater purpose
stack 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 fakin'
you a killer right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob is Haitian and me and Beyonce datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love Satan
For fuckin Sanaa Lathan Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of little brother
In words goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, it's right I brought back the soul,
Y'all got way too electro, near techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, flow special,
Style like Tribe Quest meets Death Row,
somethin boy, grow yo a*s up!
Cheap n*gga, if you was liquor I'd probably 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 what y'all want me to about, what y'all 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..