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 sweet 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, I'm about to lose my mind
1: J. Cole]
N*gga I grew up fast, then blew up
Money fallin out my pockets I got too cash
Can't fit nothin in her she got too much ass, like goddamn!
if you must ask..
We from the school of hard knocks but crew cut class!
Half 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 all I got here is this f*ckin' degree,
Move cocksucker ain't nothin to see!
Unless you blockbusters, you n*ggas is not Russell,
You more - me I'm more Biggie,
No diss to the boy im just rappin', get bored quickly.
Just to make up for that line invite him on with me,
Show him the game let him these wh*res with me!
Run they doors with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
Leave him there with two 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 board I use to above the dresser.
Half the sh*t I wrote I did it, its old now got-
New goals, plus my on Manute Bol,
Funny how my old highs is my new lows.
Tired of every sayin she models before she swallow.
So I only 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 slightly in what ya opinion is
I gotta purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, hustle to relax later
Serve n*ggas and bring change that's a purpose
Look how I made em nervous, is shakin, I know they fakin'
you a killer right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love from
For fuckin Sanaa Lathan while Meagan is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of little brother
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, damn techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, Cole special,
Style like Called Quest meets Death Row,
Learn 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 n*gga Ib...he's a
He told me to talk shit to you n*ggas, so I'mma talk my
in the building
I know what y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to
But get to that later; them bitch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big Sean in the
My n*gga on the beat..