Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Simba

Yea, yea, (clears throat) yea
Uh- Now I was dreaming about a at the age of 13
I was fein'n for the meals, I talking Burger King
Some of my niggas in the all they did was serve feins
Fuck scales, I had all day rehearsing
pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting
All the wanted was some waves, like they fucking
up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do your thing
I was like a young Simba couldn't to be the king
Now Nigga it's the prince, hopped over the fence where the way greener
Look at shortys ass way
Something like Serena mixed with Trina, you seen her?
She fine enough to be Howard, word to Adina
My money like a watch it graduate
Now its time to eat I'm letting all my niggas a plate
Gravitate to real shit, stay away phonies
These niggas heard me now they acting like they know me
Keep on

Where you going Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling
Yea, keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
Can't tell you where I'm going, just know I wont
to the bottom, hello to the top
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Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary when your is legendary
Man, niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they aint believe, suddenly Presbyterian
The is librarians, they looking me up
She got a jones Marion, she licking me up
we cut, look how she say my name
I got her J. cole, they used to say Jermaine
I never change, Im like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, deep
I was low, just a dolla and some hope me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I would smoke would make it
Lord, please let my disappear like Ron Mercier
I'm a star, , conversing with them girls, with them curves like cursive
They open like curtains because my shit is of like curses on the radio
Same bitches to play me though
Now they

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there no telling
Ay, where you going nigga?- Shit, there no telling
Yea, keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
Cant tell you I'm going, just know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
3
I left the city for a minute but its still on my
my niggas, "Ay Im finna' put the Ville on the map"-Ill be back
And Im coming with a and a plaque
Cuz Im ill bitch, they make a pill for the rap
Pouring liquor for my that was killed, send em back
home shit is real niggas still in the trap
Hold up now get it twisted if you slang do your thang
Me Im like a young Simba I wait to be the king
the dream
Straight out Carolina water I was brought up
In the city where the skinny niggas be the ballas
Aint no fathers but the skinny niggas trynna hit their
Sneaking in her crib but her momma never us
What taught us men them bad bitches only want the ballas
The starters, we hoopin now the hoes guard us
Uh-Okay, so play D.. know I mean?
And I-I-I put you on the
Men life is but a dream
And I need a fast car, bad broad, forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star

Where you nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling
They say this life is but a dream, And I need a car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause
Im a rap star
Ay, you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling