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

Where you going Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
Can't tell you I'm going, just know I wont stop
to the bottom, hello 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 they
The hoes is librarians, they me up
She got a like 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 a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deep
I was low, just a and some hope fixed me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I would would make it worser
Lord, please let my disappear like Ron Mercier
I'm a star, Conversers , conversing with girls, with them curves like cursive
They open like curtains because my shit is unheard of curses on the radio
Same bitches to play me though
Now they

Where you going Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, where you going nigga?- Shit, aint no telling
Yea, they on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
Cant tell you where I'm going, just know I stop
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 Ville on the map"-Ill be
And Im with 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, em back
home shit is real niggas still in the trap
Hold up now don't get it twisted if you slang do your
Me Im like a Simba I cant 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 trynna hit their daughters
in her crib but her momma never caught us
What they taught us men them bad only want the ballas
The starters, we hoopin now the wanna guard us
Uh-Okay, so play D.. what I mean?
And put you on the team
Men this is but a dream
And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, 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 fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass,
Im a rap star
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there no telling