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

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there no telling
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going aint no telling
tell you where I'm going, just know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
2
Pardon the interruption; a proper is necessary when your shit is legendary
Man, greedy wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they aint believe, they Presbyterian
The is librarians, they looking me up
She got a jones like Marion, she me up
we cut, look how she say my name
I got her J. cole, they used to say Jermaine
I never change, Im like a in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deep
I was low, just a dolla and some fixed me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I smoke 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 nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, where you going nigga?- Shit, there aint no
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going aint no telling
Cant tell you where I'm going, just I wont 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
liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back
Came home is real niggas still in the trap
Hold up now don't get it if you slang do your thang
Me Im like a young Simba I wait to be the king
the dream
Straight out Carolina water I was brought up
In the city where the skinny niggas be the ballas
Aint no but the skinny niggas trynna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her momma caught us
What they taught us men them bad only want the ballas
The starters, we now the hoes wanna guard us
Uh-Okay, so D.. know 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, pause Im a rap star

Where you going Shit, there aint no telling
They say this 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