Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Simba

Yea, yea, (clears throat) yea
Uh- Now I was dreaming a deal at the age of 13
I was for the meals, I aint talking Burger King
Some of my niggas in the all they did was serve feins
Fuck scales, I had all day rehearsing
Them pretty had them gals, spend their time flirting
All the wanted was some waves, like they surfing
Hold up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do your
I was like a Simba couldn't wait to be the king
Now it's the prince, hopped over the fence where the grass way greener
Look at ass way meaner
Something like mixed with Trina, have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Howard, word to Adina
My money like a senior watch it
Now its time to eat I'm letting all my niggas a plate
Gravitate to real shit, 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, where you going Ay, there aint no telling
Yea, keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling
Can't tell you where I'm going, know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, to the top
2
Pardon the interruption; a proper is necessary when your shit is legendary
Man, greedy niggas let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they aint believe, they Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians, they 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 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 that I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems like Ron Mercier
I'm a star, Conversers , conversing with them girls, with them like cursive
They open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like on the radio
Same bitches used to play me
Now yelling-

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no
Ay, where you nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling
Yea, they keep on 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 on my back
Told my niggas, "Ay Im finna' put the Ville on the map"-Ill be
And Im coming with a and a plaque
Cuz Im ill bitch, they couldn't a pill for the rap
Pouring for my niggas that was killed, send em back
Came home shit is 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
Witness the
Straight out Carolina water I was brought up
In the city where the niggas trynna be the ballas
Aint no fathers but the niggas trynna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her momma caught us
What they taught us men them bad bitches only the ballas
The starters, we hoopin now the hoes guard us
Uh-Okay, so play D.. know I mean?
And put you on the team
Men this is but a dream
And I need a fast car, bad broad, forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star

Where you nigga?- 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 fucking rap
Ay, you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling