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

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There 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 introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary
Man, greedy wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they aint believe, suddenly they
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 used to say
I never change, Im a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deep
I was low, just a dolla and 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 them girls, with them like cursive
They open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like on the radio
Same bitches used to me though
Now yelling-

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no
Ay, where you going Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, they on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
Cant you where I'm going, just know I wont stop
to the bottom, hello to the top
3
I left the city for a minute but its still on my
my niggas, "Ay Im finna' put the Ville on the map"-Ill be back
And Im coming with a and a plaque
Cuz Im ill bitch, they couldn't a pill for the rap
Pouring liquor for my that was killed, send em back
Came home shit is real niggas in the trap
up now don't 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 water I was brought up
In the city where the skinny trynna be the ballas
Aint no fathers but the skinny niggas hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her never caught us
What they us men them bad bitches only want the ballas
The starters, we hoopin now the hoes wanna us
Uh-Okay, so play D.. what I mean?
And I-I-I put you on the
Men this 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 need a car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause
Im a fucking rap
Ay, you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling