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 for the meals, I aint talking Burger King
Some of my niggas in the Ville' all did was serve feins
Fuck scales, I had all day rehearsing
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 aint hating do your
I was like a young Simba wait to be the king
Now Nigga it's the prince, hopped the fence where the grass way greener
at shortys ass way meaner
Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you her?
She fine enough to be Miss Howard, to Adina
My money like a senior it graduate
Now its time to eat I'm all my niggas grab a plate
Gravitate to shit, stay away from phonies
These niggas about me now they acting like they know me
on saying

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, aint no telling
Ay, where you nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There 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 is legendary
Man, greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the
Cuz they aint believe, they Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians, looking me up
She got a like 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 hope fixed me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems like Ron Mercier
I'm a star, Conversers , conversing them girls, with them curves like cursive
They open curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio
Same bitches used to me though
Now yelling-

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, aint no telling
Ay, you going nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying 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 on my back
Told my niggas, "Ay Im finna' put the Ville on the map"-Ill be
And Im coming a deal and a plaque
Cuz Im ill bitch, they couldn't make a for the rap
Pouring for my niggas that was killed, send em back
Came home shit is niggas still in the trap
Hold up now don't get it if you slang do your thang
Me Im like a young Simba I cant wait to be the
Witness the
Straight out that Carolina I was brought up
In the city where the skinny trynna be the ballas
Aint no but the skinny niggas trynna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her momma caught us
What they taught us men them bad bitches want the ballas
The starters, we hoopin now the hoes wanna us
Uh-Okay, so play D.. know I mean?
And put you on the team
Men this is but a dream
And I a fast 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 fast car, bad broad, forward, pass, pause
Im a rap star
Ay, where you nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling