Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I think it
And my poor heart to die about 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, I'm about to lose my mind
[Verse 1: J.
N*gga I grew up fast, blew up fast
Money out my pockets I got too much cash
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too ass, like goddamn!
Well if you ask..
We from the school of hard knocks but crew cut class!
Half white but 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 here is this degree,
Move along ain't nothin to see!
you talkin blockbusters, you n*ggas is not Russell,
You Diggy - 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 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 I balled like Uncle Fester.
Thinkin about the board I use to above the dresser.
Half the I wrote down I did it, its old now got-
New goals, plus my money on Bol,
Funny how my old is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of every chick sayin she before she swallow.
So I only f*ck hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals.

N*ggas keep askin' me how I how ya feel?
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even interested in what ya opinion is
I gotta greater then a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, just to relax later
Serve n*ggas and bring change that's a purpose
Look how I made em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I know they
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 Sanaa Lathan while Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of your little
In other goddamnit I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, it's only right I back the soul,
got way too electro, damn near techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, flow 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
Last call for you old go and pour yo last cup
[Outro: J.
Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole
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 want me to about, what y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later; them ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big in the building
My Canei on the beat..