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 talking King
Some of my niggas in the Ville' all did was serve feins
Fuck scales, I had all day rehearsing
Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time
All the wanted was some waves, they fucking surfing
Hold up now get it twisted, I aint hating do your thing
I was like a young Simba couldn't wait to be the
Now Nigga it's the prince, over the fence where the grass way greener
Look at ass way meaner
Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you her?
She fine enough to be Miss Howard, word to
My like a senior watch it graduate
Now its time to eat I'm all my niggas grab a plate
Gravitate to shit, stay away from phonies
These niggas heard about me now they acting like 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, going nigga?-There no telling
Can't tell you where I'm going, just know I wont
to the bottom, hello to the top
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Pardon the interruption; a proper is necessary when your shit is legendary
Man, greedy wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they aint believe, suddenly they
The is librarians, they looking me up
She got a jones Marion, she licking me up
we cut, look how she say my name
I got her moaning J. cole, used to say Jermaine
I never change, Im like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, deep
I was low, just a dolla and some hope me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I would smoke would it worser
Lord, please let my problems like Ron Mercier
I'm a star, Conversers , conversing with them girls, with them curves like
open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio
Same used to play me though
Now yelling-

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, aint no telling
Ay, where you going Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no
Cant you where I'm going, just know I wont stop
to the bottom, hello to the top
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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
Pouring liquor for my that was killed, send em back
Came shit is real niggas still in the trap
Hold up now don't get it twisted if you slang do 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 the skinny niggas trynna be the ballas
Aint no but the skinny niggas trynna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her never caught us
What they taught us men them bad bitches only want the
The starters, we hoopin now the hoes guard us
Uh-Okay, so D.. know what I mean?
And I-I-I put you on the
Men this life is but a
And I need a car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star

Where you going Shit, there aint 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, there aint no