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 fein'n for the meals, I aint Burger King
Some of my in the Ville' all they did was serve feins
Fuck scales, I had skills all day
Them pretty boys had them gals, their time flirting
All the wanted was some waves, like fucking surfing
Hold up now get it twisted, I aint hating do your thing
I was like a young Simba couldn't to be the king
Now Nigga the prince, hopped over the fence where the grass way greener
at shortys ass way meaner
Something like Serena mixed Trina, have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Miss Howard, 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
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 going nigga, nigga?-There aint no telling
Can't tell you where I'm going, know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
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Pardon the a proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary
Man, greedy niggas let me in the cafeteria
Cuz aint believe, suddenly they Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians, they me up
She got a jones Marion, she licking me up
we cut, look how she say my name
I got her J. cole, they used to say Jermaine
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 that I would would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron
I'm a star, Conversers , conversing with 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 Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, where you going nigga?- Shit, aint no telling
Yea, keep 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 put the Ville on the map"-Ill be back
And Im coming a deal and a plaque
Cuz Im ill bitch, they couldn't make a for the rap
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, em back
Came shit is real niggas still in the trap
Hold up now get it twisted if you slang do your thang
Me Im like a young Simba I cant wait to be the
the dream
Straight out that Carolina I was brought up
In the city where the skinny niggas be the ballas
Aint no fathers but the skinny niggas trynna hit their
Sneaking in her but her momma never 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 D.. know what I mean?
And put you on the team
Men this life is but a
And I need a fast car, bad broad, forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star

Where you going nigga?- Shit, there no telling
They say life is but a dream, And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause
Im a rap star
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, aint no telling