Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I about it
And my heart wants 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
1: J. Cole]
N*gga I grew up fast, then blew up
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 from the school of knocks but your crew cut class!
Half but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass,
When I'm up in the V, be f*ckin' with me,
No sir no license all I got here is this degree,
Move cocksucker ain't nothin to see!
Unless you talkin blockbusters, you is not Russell,
You more Diggy - me I'm Biggie,
No diss to the young boy im just rappin', get quickly.
Just to up for that line invite him on tour with me,
Show him the game let him finagle these with me!
Run through they doors me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
Leave him there with two dykes change a n*gga life right,
What up Vanessa, I loved you one semester..
Thanks to my I balled like Uncle 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 is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of chick sayin she models before she swallow.
So I only f*ck hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals.

N*ggas keep askin' me how I feel- how ya
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even slightly interested in what ya is
I greater purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, just to relax later
n*ggas and bring change that's a waiter's purpose
Look how I em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I know they 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 from
For fuckin Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of your little
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, damn 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 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 n*gga Ib...he's a
He told me to talk shit to you n*ggas, so talk my shit
in the building
I know what y'all want me to talk about, y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later; bitch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big in the building
My n*gga on the beat..