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

Where you nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, where you nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling
Yea, keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
Can't tell you where I'm going, just I wont stop
to the bottom, hello to the top
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Pardon the a proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary
Man, greedy wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz aint believe, suddenly they Presbyterian
The is librarians, they 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, just a dolla and some hope 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 them girls, with them like cursive
open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio
Same bitches used to me though
Now they

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, aint no telling
Ay, you going nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
tell you where I'm going, just know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
3
I the city for a minute 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, they couldn't make a for the rap
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, em back
Came shit is real niggas still in the trap
Hold up now get it twisted if you slang do your thang
Me Im like a young Simba I cant to be the king
Witness the
Straight out that Carolina water I was up
In the city the skinny niggas trynna be the ballas
Aint no fathers but the skinny trynna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her momma caught us
What they taught us men bad bitches 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 life is but a dream
And I need a car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star

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