Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Haronni]
tears, they'll land you there
Open your it's all a disguise
The that 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 who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered
No respect from the neglect, call they daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth, that the pattern for me
levels to this shit, it's different categories
Can't be like them niggas out here, fat and gordie
ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, "Man that nigga deserve that shit"
Like "I was really in these streets, I used to that shit"
We from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it while the 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 that
That's a mistake, Lord knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that never made me
All that did was made me cum, swear hoes made me numb
Only feelings for bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some bread gave me crumbs
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, nobody gon' 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? to it, goin' through and gettin' through it
Running killin' shit and tellin' 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 from 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, right now 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 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' live
Not with that mentality, that something give
Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for mugger
Still, scared that you could get
That that you feel, was that real
But I'm there like, I will not get
So that fear that I feel, is not boy
true King, tryna raise a new king
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 you niggas, I blame your old head
I know all that, my poppa wasn't down
Poppa used to come through, doesn't now
protected me, but Poppa wasn't 'round
So now I got 9, that pop-a-dozen round
Them grow up quick, usually grow you up too
you to a big dog, that's what having pups do
Did a lot, but I I ain't done yet
Before it goes down, I sure that my son set
You made so strong, you made whole song
You made me OG, love you Johan