Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I think it
And my heart wants to die about it
Woooooo 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 to lose my mind
1: J. Cole]
N*gga I up fast, then blew up fast
Money fallin out my pockets I got too much
Can't fit in her pockets she got too much ass, like 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 ain't to see!
Unless you talkin blockbusters, you is not Russell,
You more Diggy - me I'm Biggie,
No to the young boy im just rappin', get bored quickly.
to make up for that line invite him on tour with me,
Show him the game let him finagle these wh*res me!
Run through they doors me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
Leave him there with two dykes probably 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.
the sh*t I wrote down 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 chick sayin she 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 interested in what ya opinion is
I greater purpose then a hater purpose
stack paper, hustle just to relax later
Serve n*ggas and bring that's a waiter's purpose
how I made em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I know they fakin'
Okay you a killer right, and Miss is Jamaican
And Bob is Haitian and me and Beyonce datin'
And Christ be hatin, got mad love from Satan
For fuckin Sanaa while 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 I brought back the soul,
got way too electro, damn near techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, Cole special,
Style Tribe Called Quest meets 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 n*ggas go and pour yo cup
[Outro: J.
Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole
This n*gga Ib...he's a
He told me to 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 y'all to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later; bitch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big Sean in the
My n*gga on the beat..