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 their time
All the wanted was waves, like they fucking surfing
up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do your thing
I was like a young Simba couldn't to be the king
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, you seen her?
She fine enough to be Howard, word to Adina
My like a senior watch it graduate
Now its time to eat I'm letting all my niggas a plate
Gravitate to shit, stay away from phonies
These niggas heard me now they acting like they know me
Keep on

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, aint no telling
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no
Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no
Can't you where I'm going, just know I wont stop
to the bottom, hello 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 they believe, suddenly they Presbyterian
The is librarians, they looking me up
She got a jones like Marion, she me up
Then we cut, look how she say my
I got her J. cole, they used to say Jermaine
I never change, Im like a in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deep
I was low, just a dolla and hope fixed me
Cuz I was plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, let my problems disappear like Ron Mercier
I'm a star, Conversers , with them girls, with them curves like cursive
They open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like on the radio
Same bitches to play me though
Now they

Where you going Shit, there aint no telling
Ay, you going nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
Cant tell you where I'm going, just know I wont
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
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I the city for a minute 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, couldn't make a pill for the rap
Pouring liquor for my niggas 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 a young Simba I cant wait to be the king
the dream
Straight out that Carolina I was brought up
In the city where the skinny trynna be the ballas
no fathers but the skinny niggas trynna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her but her momma never caught us
What they taught us men them bad bitches only the ballas
The starters, we hoopin now the wanna guard us
Uh-Okay, so play D.. what I mean?
And I-I-I put you on the
Men life is but a dream
And I need a fast car, bad broad, 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 car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause
Im a fucking rap
Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there no telling