Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Simba

Yea, yea, (clears throat) yea
Uh- Now I was dreaming a deal at the age of 13
I was fein'n for the meals, I aint Burger King
of my niggas in the Ville' all they did was serve feins
Fuck scales, I had all day rehearsing
Them pretty boys had them gals, their time flirting
All the wanted was some waves, 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 fence the grass way greener
at shortys ass way meaner
Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen
She fine enough to be Howard, word to Adina
My like a senior watch it graduate
Now its time to eat I'm letting all my grab a plate
Gravitate to real shit, away from phonies
niggas heard about me now they acting like they know me
Keep on

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, 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 tell you where I'm going, just know I stop
to the bottom, hello to the top
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Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary your shit is legendary
Man, greedy niggas let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they aint believe, suddenly they
The is librarians, they looking me up
She got a like Marion, she licking me up
Then we cut, how she say my name
I got her J. cole, they used to say Jermaine
I never change, Im like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, shits
I was low, just a dolla and some fixed me
Cuz I was plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems like Ron Mercier
I'm a star, Conversers , with them girls, with them curves like cursive
They open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the
bitches used to play me though
Now yelling-

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, aint no telling
Ay, where you going nigga?- Shit, aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no
Cant tell you where I'm going, know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
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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 was killed, send em back
Came home shit is real niggas still in the
Hold up now don't get it twisted if you do your thang
Me Im a young Simba I cant wait to be the king
the dream
Straight out Carolina water I was brought up
In the city where the niggas trynna be the ballas
Aint no but the skinny niggas trynna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her momma never us
What they taught us men them bad bitches only want the
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 this life is but a
And I need a car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star

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