Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Haronni]
Troubled tears, they'll 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 all about you, I do

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest comes from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond and the baddest shorties
Now they in their 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, call they daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the for me
levels to this shit, it's different categories
Can't be them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie
They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at
bout, "Man that nigga don't deserve that shit"
Like "I was really in these streets, I used to serve shit"
We started from the bottom, had to that shit
Get it the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit
My ex me last night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve shit
That's a young mistake, Lord I made me some
I love getting brain, that made me dumb
All did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for 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 live through
See the world as constipated, gon' give you shit
I learned niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, they just admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and through it
Running round killin' shit and cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why call me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in from and she brung OG
She got me in my city but my lungs OT, yeah
And them niggas online, reply why
niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi

[Verse 2:

My son be a king, I tell him every 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 time and I warn him
I pop him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em
vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't
We talk guap missions, prison
I help him see it clearly, I'm his optician
Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta
Not with that mentality, that gotta give
Cause that how we grew up, should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on streets, juggin for that mugger
Still, scared that you get killed
That fear you feel, was that real
But I'm there like, I not get killed
So that fear I feel, is not real boy
I'ma true King, raise a new king
I wanna show him stuff , how to do
How to a bike, how to tie shoe strings
How to be a man, how to treat his boo
Gotta have a OG, to give you "Go 'head"
I blame you niggas, I blame your old head
I know all about that, my poppa wasn't
Poppa used to come through, doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, that round
Them grow up quick, usually grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's what having do
Did a lot, but I I ain't done yet
Before it goes down, I make that my son set
You so strong, you made this whole song
You me Young OG, love you Johan