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 talking King
Some of my niggas in the all they did was serve feins
Fuck scales, I had skills all day
Them pretty boys had them gals, spend time flirting
All the wanted was some waves, like fucking surfing
Hold up now don't get it twisted, I hating do your thing
I was a young Simba couldn't wait to be the king
Now Nigga it's the prince, over the fence where the grass way greener
at shortys ass way meaner
Something like Serena mixed Trina, have you seen her?
She fine to be Miss Howard, word to Adina
My money a senior watch it graduate
Now its time to eat I'm letting all my niggas a plate
Gravitate to real shit, stay from phonies
These niggas heard me now they acting like they know me
on saying

Where you nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no
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, niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz aint believe, suddenly 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, 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 I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems disappear Ron Mercier
I'm a star, , conversing with them girls, with them curves like cursive
They like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio
bitches used to play me though
Now they

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no
Ay, you going nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, nigga?-There aint no telling
Cant tell you where I'm going, just I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
3
I left the city for a minute but its on my back
my niggas, "Ay Im finna' put the Ville on the map"-Ill be back
And Im with 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, send em
Came home shit is real niggas in the trap
Hold up now don't get it twisted if you slang do thang
Me Im like a young Simba I cant to be the king
Witness the
Straight out Carolina water I was brought up
In the where the skinny niggas trynna be the ballas
Aint no fathers but the niggas trynna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her momma never us
What they taught us men them bad bitches want the ballas
The starters, we hoopin now the hoes guard us
Uh-Okay, so play D.. what I mean?
And put you on the team
Men this is but a dream
And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, 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, fast forward, pass,
Im a rap star
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no