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 serve
scales, I had skills 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 thing
I was a young Simba couldn't wait to be the king
Now Nigga it's the prince, hopped over the fence where the way greener
Look at shortys ass way
Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen
She fine to be Miss Howard, word to Adina
My like a senior watch it graduate
Now its time to eat I'm all my niggas grab a plate
Gravitate to real shit, stay away phonies
These heard about me now they acting like they know me
on saying

Where you nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, where you nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going aint no telling
Can't tell you where I'm going, just know I wont
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
2
Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary when your shit is
Man, greedy wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they believe, suddenly they Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians, looking me up
She got a jones Marion, she licking me up
Then we cut, look how she say my
I got her moaning J. cole, used to say Jermaine
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, let my problems disappear like Ron Mercier
I'm a star, , conversing with them girls, with them curves like cursive
They like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio
Same bitches to play me though
Now they

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there no telling
Ay, you going nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, they 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 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, they couldn't make a for the rap
liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back
Came home shit is real still in the trap
Hold up now don't get it twisted if you slang do thang
Me Im like a Simba I cant wait to be the king
the dream
Straight out that Carolina I was brought up
In the city where the skinny niggas trynna be the
Aint no but the skinny niggas trynna hit their daughters
in her crib but her momma never caught us
What they taught us men them bad bitches want the ballas
The starters, we now the hoes wanna guard us
Uh-Okay, so play D.. know what I
And I-I-I put you on the
Men this life is but a
And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap

Where you going nigga?- Shit, 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 nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling