Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Simba

Yea, yea, (clears throat) yea
Uh- Now I was dreaming about a 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 boys had them gals, spend time flirting
All the wanted was some waves, they fucking surfing
Hold up now don't get it twisted, I aint do your thing
I was like a young couldn't wait to be the king
Now Nigga the prince, hopped over the fence where the grass way greener
Look at ass way meaner
Something Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Miss Howard, word to
My money like a senior it graduate
Now its time to eat I'm all my niggas grab a plate
Gravitate to real shit, stay from phonies
niggas heard about me now they acting like they know me
Keep on

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there no telling
Ay, you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
Can't tell you where I'm going, just I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
2
Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary your shit is legendary
Man, niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they believe, suddenly they Presbyterian
The is librarians, they looking me up
She got a jones like Marion, she me up
Then we cut, how she say my name
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 some hope me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron
I'm a star, Conversers , with them girls, with them curves like cursive
open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio
Same bitches to play me though
Now they

Where you nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, where you nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going aint no telling
Cant tell you I'm going, just know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
3
I left the city for a but its still on my back
Told my niggas, "Ay Im finna' put the on the map"-Ill be back
And Im coming with a deal and a
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 real 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 to be the king
the dream
Straight out Carolina water I was brought up
In the city the skinny niggas trynna be the ballas
Aint no fathers but the skinny niggas hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her momma never us
What they us men them bad bitches only want the ballas
The starters, we now the hoes wanna guard us
Uh-Okay, so play D.. know I mean?
And put you on the team
Men life 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, aint no telling
They say life is but a dream, And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause
Im a fucking rap
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, aint no telling