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 time flirting
All the wanted was some waves, like fucking surfing
Hold up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do thing
I was like a young Simba wait to be the king
Now Nigga it's the prince, hopped over the where the grass way greener
Look at ass way meaner
Something like mixed with Trina, have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Howard, word to Adina
My money like a senior watch it
Now its time to eat I'm letting all my niggas a plate
Gravitate to real shit, away from phonies
These niggas heard about me now they acting like they me
on saying

Where you nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, where you nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling
Yea, they on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
Can't you where I'm going, just know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
2
Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is when 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 like Marion, she me up
Then we cut, look how she say my
I got her moaning J. cole, they to say Jermaine
I never change, Im like a in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deep
I was low, just a dolla and some hope me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems disappear Ron Mercier
I'm a star, Conversers , conversing with them girls, with 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 going Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, where you nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying 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
Told my niggas, "Ay Im finna' put the on the map"-Ill be back
And Im with a deal and a plaque
Cuz Im ill bitch, they couldn't make a for the rap
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em
Came home shit is real niggas still in the
Hold up now don't get it twisted if you slang do thang
Me Im like a young Simba I wait to be the king
Witness the
Straight out that water I was brought up
In the city where the skinny trynna be the ballas
Aint no fathers but the skinny niggas trynna hit their
Sneaking in her crib but her momma caught us
What they 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 this life is but a
And I need a car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star

Where you going 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 fucking rap
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there no telling