Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Abir
Troubled tears, land you there
Open your eyes 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 know all you, I do

[Verse 1:
Look, the story comes from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest
Now they in latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect the neglect, they 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 in these streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to that shit
Get it while the gettins' good, after that that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve shit
end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I me some
I love getting brain, that never made me
All that did was made me cum, swear these made me numb
Only for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some never gave me crumbs
the whole fucking juice and never saved me some
I know how niggas feel, I had to live through shit
See the as constipated, nobody 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 gettin' it
Running round killin' 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 city but my lungs OT,
And them niggas online, reply why
Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free

2: Fabolous]

My son be a king, I tell him every morning
I put my chain on his neck, now it's heavy 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 him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em
Pops the bottoms crowded, the top isn't
We guap missions, cops prison
I help him see it clearly, I'm his life
Could from my experience but youngin' gotta live
Not with that mentality, that gotta 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 get killed
That that you feel, was that real
But I'm like, I will not get killed
So that that 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 strings
How to be a man, how to treat his boo
have a OG, to give you that "Go 'head"
I don't you niggas, I blame your old head
I know all about that, my poppa wasn't
used to come through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa 'round
So now I got this 9, pop-a-dozen round
kids grow 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
Before it goes down, I make sure my son set
You made so strong, you made this whole
You made me OG, love you Johan