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 that you feel, is not real, no
Similar sky, ties
But I know all you, I do

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest story from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond and the baddest shorties
Now they in latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they Corey
I'm a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
There's to this shit, it's different categories
Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and
They ain't won no rings, but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, "Man that nigga don't deserve shit"
Like "I was really in these streets, I used to that shit"
We started the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it while the gettins' good, after preserve 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 I made me some
I love getting brain, that made 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 me crumbs
Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me
I know how young feel, I had to live through shit
See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you
I that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, just ain't 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 they 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 in my city but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck them niggas online, why
Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free

[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 and I never warn him
I pop quiz him stop listenin' and drop wiz em
Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top
We guap missions, cops prison
I him see it clearly, I'm his life optician
Could learn from my experience but gotta live
Not with that mentality, something gotta give
Cause that how we grew up, should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on streets, juggin for that mugger
Still, scared that you get killed
That fear 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, tryna raise a new
I wanna him stuff , how to do things
How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe
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 all about that, my poppa wasn't down
used to come through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' me, but Poppa wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, that round
Them kids 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 sure that my son set
You made so strong, you this whole song
You made me Young OG, love you