Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

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

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest story comes 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 daddy
I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the for me
There's levels to this shit, different categories
Can't be them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie
ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, "Man that don't deserve that shit"
"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it while the 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 that
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 this bitch, you been shoulda gave me
I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me
Drink the whole juice and never saved me some
I how young 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 ain't to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, through and gettin' through it
Running round killin' and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why call me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this dope shit until my 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
niggas talkin', cause 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 heavy on him
One day it'll all be his, so I'm on him
I test him all the time and I never him
I pop him like stop listenin' and drop 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
Could learn from my experience but gotta live
Not that mentality, that something gotta give
that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for mugger
Still, scared that you get killed
That fear that you feel, was real
But I'm like, I will not get killed
So that fear I feel, is not real boy
true King, tryna 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
Gotta have a OG, to give you "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas, I your old head
I know all that, my poppa wasn't down
Poppa used to come through, Poppa now
Shoulda' me, but Poppa wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, that round
kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's having pups do
Did a lot, but I know I ain't yet
it goes down, I make sure that my son set
You made so strong, you this whole song
You made me OG, love you Johan