Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

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

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the
Had the foreigns, watches and the baddest shorties
Now they in latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy
I'm from a different cloth, that 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
bout, "Man that nigga don't deserve that shit"
Like "I was really in streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that
My ex texted me night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to that shit
a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that never made me
All did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for this bitch, you shoulda gave me some
I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs
Drink the whole juice and never saved me some
I know how young niggas feel, I had to through shit
See the world as constipated, nobody gon' you shit
I learned niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, through and gettin' through it
round killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why call me "Young OG"
And I'ma this dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in from Cali and she OG
She got me chillin' in my but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck them niggas online, why
Broke niggas talkin', cause free wifi

[Verse 2:

My son gon' be a king, I 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 never him
I pop quiz him stop listenin' and drop wiz em
Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top
We talk missions, cops prison
I him see it clearly, I'm his life optician
Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta
Not with mentality, that something gotta give
Cause that how we grew up, probably should of for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for mugger
Still, scared you could get killed
fear that you feel, was that real
But I'm like, I will not get killed
So fear that I feel, is not real boy
I'ma true King, tryna a new king
I wanna show him , how to do things
How to a bike, how to tie shoe strings
How to be a man, how to treat his boo
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 wasn't
Poppa used to through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, pop-a-dozen round
Them kids grow up quick, usually you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's what 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 this whole song
You made me Young OG, you Johan