Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Abir
tears, they'll land you there
Open eyes it's all a disguise
The that you feel, is not real, not real
The fear you feel, is not real, no
sky, similar ties
But I all about you, I do

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest story comes from those who had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest
Now they in latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No from the neglect, they call they daddy 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 them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie
They never won no rings, but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, "Man that nigga deserve that shit"
Like "I was in these streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit
My ex texted me night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve shit
That's a young mistake, knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that never me dumb
All that did was 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 gave me crumbs
Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me
I know how young feel, I had to live through shit
See the as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit
I learned that gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, they ain't admitting to it
Where I been? to it, goin' through and gettin' through it
Running round killin' and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
why they call me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin' in my city but my OT, yeah
And fuck them niggas online, why
Broke niggas talkin', it's free wifi

[Verse 2:

My son gon' be a king, I tell him every
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 and I never warn him
I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and wiz em
Pops vision the crowded, the top isn't
We talk missions, cops prison
I help him see it clearly, I'm his optician
learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live
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 that
Still, scared that you get killed
fear that you feel, was that real
But I'm there like, I not get killed
So fear that I feel, is not real boy
true King, tryna raise a new king
I wanna show him stuff , how to do
How to ride a bike, how to tie strings
How to be a man, how to treat his boo
Gotta a OG, to give you that "Go 'head"
I blame you niggas, I blame your old head
I know all about that, my poppa down
Poppa to come through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen
Them kids up quick, usually grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's what pups do
Did a lot, but I know I ain't yet
Before it goes down, I sure that my son set
You made so strong, you this whole song
You made me OG, love you Johan