Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Fast

(David Ruffin)
Sometimes I think it
And my poor 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
[Verse 1: J.
N*gga I grew up fast, then up fast
Money out my pockets I got too much cash
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!
white 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 f*ckin' degree,
along cocksucker ain't nothin to see!
Unless you blockbusters, you n*ggas is not Russell,
You more Diggy - me I'm Biggie,
No diss to the young boy im rappin', get bored quickly.
Just to make up for that line invite him on tour me,
him the game let him finagle these wh*res with me!
Run through they doors with me, hit the for the night,
Leave him there with two dykes probably change a n*gga right,
What up Vanessa, I loved you one semester..
Thanks to my profession I like Uncle Fester.
Thinkin about the board I use to above the dresser.
the sh*t I wrote down I did it, its old now got-
New goals, plus my money on Bol,
how my old highs is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of every chick she models before she swallow.
So I f*ck with hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals.

N*ggas keep askin' me how I feel- how ya
Coleee!
[Verse 2: J.
Not even interested in what ya opinion is
I gotta purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma paper, hustle just to relax later
Serve and bring change that's a waiter's purpose
Look how I em nervous, n*ggas is shakin, I know 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 from Satan
For fuckin Sanaa Lathan while Meagan Good is
I'm the deadbeat father of your brother
In other words I'm a bad motherf*cker!
It's Cole, only right I brought back the soul,
Y'all got way too electro, damn techno,
homo, way too metro,
Hennesy XO, Cole 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
a fact, if you was grass, I'd probably mow yo a*s up
Last call for you old n*ggas go and yo last cup
[Outro: J.
Yea, yea, yea yea, World
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, what want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that them bitch ass n*ggas...
My Big Sean in the building
My n*gga on the beat..