Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

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

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest story from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the shorties
Now in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they Corey
I'm from a different cloth, ain't the pattern for me
There's levels to this shit, it's categories
Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and
They ain't won no rings, but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, "Man that nigga deserve that shit"
Like "I was really in these streets, I to serve that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that
Get it while the gettins' good, that preserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to that shit
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me
I love getting brain, that made me dumb
All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me
Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me
I knew some niggas who had some bread gave me crumbs
Drink the whole fucking juice and never me some
I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through
See the world as constipated, nobody give you shit
I learned that niggas gon be niggas, we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, just ain't admitting to it
Where I Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it
Running killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why they me "Young OG"
And I'ma this dope shit until my tongue OD
I my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin' in my city but my OT, yeah
And them niggas online, reply why
Broke niggas talkin', cause it's 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 all be his, so I'm forever on him
I test him all the time and I warn him
I pop quiz him like stop and drop wiz em
Pops the bottoms crowded, the top isn't
We talk guap missions, cops
I him see it clearly, I'm his life optician
Could learn from my experience but youngin' live
Not with mentality, that something gotta give
Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for
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 like, I will not get killed
So that fear I feel, is not real boy
I'ma true King, raise a new king
I show him stuff , how to do things
How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe
How to be a man, how to his boo thing
Gotta a OG, to give you that "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old
I know all about that, my poppa down
Poppa used to come through, doesn't now
protected me, but Poppa wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, pop-a-dozen round
Them kids grow up quick, grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's having pups do
Did a lot, but I I ain't done yet
Before it goes down, I make sure my son set
You made so strong, you made this song
You me Young OG, love you Johan