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 serve
Fuck scales, I had all day rehearsing
Them pretty boys had them gals, their time flirting
All the was some waves, like they fucking surfing
Hold up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do your
I was like a young Simba couldn't to be the king
Now Nigga it's the prince, hopped over the fence where the grass way
Look at ass way meaner
like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Miss Howard, to Adina
My money a senior watch it graduate
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 like they know me
Keep on

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, aint no telling
Ay, you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on 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 wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they aint believe, suddenly Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians, looking me up
She got a like Marion, she licking me up
Then we cut, look how she say my
I got her moaning J. cole, they used to say
I change, Im like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deep
I was low, just a dolla and some hope me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems disappear 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 curses on the radio
Same bitches used to play me
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
tell you where I'm going, just know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
3
I left the for a minute but its still on my back
Told my niggas, "Ay Im put the Ville on the map"-Ill be back
And Im coming with a deal and a
Cuz Im ill bitch, couldn't make a pill for the rap
Pouring liquor for my that was killed, send em back
Came home shit is real niggas still in the
Hold up now don't get it if you slang do your thang
Me Im a young Simba I cant wait to be the king
the dream
Straight out that Carolina I was brought up
In the city where the niggas trynna be the ballas
Aint no fathers but the skinny niggas trynna hit their
in her crib but her momma never caught us
What they taught us men them bad bitches want the ballas
The starters, we hoopin now the wanna guard us
Uh-Okay, so D.. know what I mean?
And I-I-I put you on the
Men life is but a dream
And I a fast 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 rap star
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there no telling