Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I about it
And my poor wants to die about it
about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got crossed
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, then blew up
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 of hard knocks but your crew cut class!
Half white but don't think I got a Klu 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 along ain't nothin to see!
Unless you talkin blockbusters, you is not Russell,
You more Diggy - me I'm Biggie,
No diss to the 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 these wh*res with me!
Run through they with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night,
Leave him there with two dykes probably change a n*gga right,
What up Vanessa, I loved you one semester..
to my profession 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 money on 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 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, just to relax later
Serve and bring change that's a waiter's purpose
Look how I made em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I they fakin'
Okay you a killer right, and Miss Cleo is
And Bob Marley is and me and Beyonce datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love from
For Sanaa Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat of your little brother
In words 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 like Tribe 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 for you old n*ggas 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 shit to you n*ggas, so talk my shit
in the building
I know y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later; bitch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big Sean in the
My Canei on the beat..