Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Simba

Yea, yea, (clears throat) yea
Uh- Now I was about a deal at the age of 13
I was fein'n for the meals, I aint talking King
Some of my niggas in the Ville' all they did was feins
scales, I had skills all day rehearsing
Them pretty boys had gals, spend their time flirting
All the wanted was some waves, like they surfing
Hold up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do your
I was like a young Simba wait 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, have you seen
She fine enough to be Miss Howard, word to
My money like a senior watch it
Now its time to eat I'm all my niggas grab a plate
Gravitate to real shit, stay away phonies
These niggas heard me now they acting like they know me
on saying

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going aint no telling
Can't tell you where I'm going, just know I stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
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Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary your shit is legendary
Man, greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the
Cuz they believe, suddenly they Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians, looking me up
She got a jones Marion, she licking me up
Then we cut, how she say my name
I got her moaning J. cole, they used to say
I never change, Im like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, deep
I was low, a dolla and some hope fixed me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems 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 used to play me though
Now they

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

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