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 Ville' all did was serve feins
Fuck scales, I had skills all day
Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time
All the was some waves, like they fucking surfing
Hold up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do thing
I was like a Simba couldn't wait to be the king
Now Nigga it's the prince, hopped over the where the grass way greener
Look at shortys ass way
Something like Serena with Trina, have you seen her?
She enough to be Miss Howard, word to Adina
My money like a senior watch it
Now its to eat I'm letting all my niggas grab a plate
Gravitate to shit, stay away from phonies
These niggas heard about me now they acting like know me
on saying

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, aint no telling
Ay, where you going Ay, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, nigga?-There aint no telling
Can't tell you where I'm going, just know I wont
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
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Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary when shit is legendary
Man, greedy wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they aint believe, suddenly Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians, looking me up
She got a jones Marion, she licking me up
we cut, look 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, just a and some hope fixed me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I would smoke would it worser
Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron
I'm a star, Conversers , conversing with them girls, them curves like cursive
They like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio
Same used to play me though
Now yelling-

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

Where you going nigga?- Shit, aint 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