Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Abir
tears, they'll land you there
Open your eyes it's all a
The fear that you feel, is not real, not
The that you feel, is not real, no
Similar sky, similar
But I know all you, I do

1: Fabolous]
Look, the story comes from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest
Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered
No from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey
I'm from a cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
There's levels to this shit, different categories
be like them 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"
"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn shit
Get it while the gettins' good, after preserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to that shit
That's a young mistake, knows I made me some
I love getting brain, never made me dumb
All that did was made me cum, swear these made me numb
Only feelings for bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some bread never me crumbs
Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me
I know how niggas feel, I had to live through shit
See the as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit
I learned that niggas gon be niggas, we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't to it
Where I been? to it, goin' through and gettin' through it
Running round killin' shit and cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why they me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this dope shit my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in from and she brung OG
She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT,
And fuck niggas online, reply why
niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi

[Verse 2:

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