Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Abir
Troubled tears, they'll land you
your eyes it's all a disguise
The fear you feel, is not real, not real
The fear you feel, is not real, no
Similar sky, ties
But I all about you, I do

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest story comes from those who had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond and the baddest shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the for me
There's to this shit, it's different categories
Can't be like niggas out here, looking fat and gordie
They never won no rings, but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, "Man nigga don't deserve that shit"
Like "I was really in these streets, I used to that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that
Get it while the good, after that preserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too to swerve that shit
That's a young mistake, Lord I made me some
I love getting brain, never made me dumb
All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me
feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me
Drink the fucking juice and never saved me some
I know how young niggas feel, I had to through shit
See the world as constipated, nobody give you shit
I learned niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' it
Running round killin' shit and cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why call me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this dope until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin' in my city but my OT, yeah
And fuck niggas online, reply why
Broke niggas talkin', cause it's wifi

[Verse 2:

My son gon' be a king, I tell him morning
I put my chain on his neck, now it's heavy on him
One day all be his, so I'm forever on him
I test him all the and I never warn him
I pop quiz him like stop and drop wiz em
Pops vision the crowded, the top isn't
We talk guap missions, prison
I help him see it clearly, I'm his optician
Could from my experience but youngin' gotta live
Not with that mentality, that something gotta
Cause how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for mugger
Still, scared that you could get
That fear that you feel, was that
But I'm like, I will not get killed
So that that I feel, is not real boy
I'ma true King, tryna raise a new
I show him stuff , how to do things
How to a bike, how to tie shoe strings
How to be a man, how to his boo thing
Gotta have a OG, to give you "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas, I your old head
I know all that, my poppa wasn't down
used to come through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, that round
kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's what pups do
Did a lot, but I know I ain't yet
Before it goes down, I make sure my son set
You made so strong, you made whole song
You me Young OG, love you Johan