Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Simba

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

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there no telling
Ay, where you going Ay, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no
Can't tell you where I'm going, just I wont stop
to the bottom, hello to the top
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Pardon the a proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary
Man, greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the
Cuz they aint believe, suddenly Presbyterian
The is librarians, they looking me up
She got a jones like Marion, she me up
Then we cut, look how she say my
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 I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems like Ron Mercier
I'm a star, Conversers , conversing with them girls, with them curves cursive
open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio
Same bitches to play me though
Now they

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, aint no telling
Ay, where you nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going aint no telling
Cant tell you where I'm going, just I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
3
I left the city for a minute but its on my back
my niggas, "Ay Im finna' put the Ville on the map"-Ill be back
And Im coming a deal and a plaque
Cuz Im ill bitch, couldn't make a pill for the rap
Pouring for my niggas that was killed, send em back
home shit is real niggas still in the trap
Hold up now don't get it twisted if you do your thang
Me Im like a young Simba I wait to be the king
the dream
Straight out that Carolina I was brought up
In the city where the niggas trynna be the ballas
Aint no fathers but the skinny trynna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her but her momma never caught us
What they taught us men them bad bitches only want the
The starters, we hoopin now the wanna guard us
Uh-Okay, so play D.. know what I
And put you on the team
Men life is but a dream
And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a rap star

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