Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

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

1: Fabolous]
Look, the saddest story comes from who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the 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, it's different
Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and
They never won no rings, but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, "Man nigga don't deserve that shit"
Like "I was really in streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn shit
Get it while the good, after that preserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that
Coulda end up hitting it, be too to swerve that shit
That's a mistake, Lord knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that never me dumb
All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes me numb
Only feelings for bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some never gave me crumbs
Drink the whole fucking juice and never 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 gon' be hoes, just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and through it
Running round killin' shit and cops, "I didn't do it"
why they call me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this dope until my tongue OD
I flew my in from Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin' in my city but my OT, yeah
And fuck niggas online, reply why
Broke niggas talkin', it's free wifi

[Verse 2:

My son gon' be a king, I him every morning
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 him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em
Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top
We talk guap missions, prison
I him see it clearly, I'm his life optician
Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta
Not with that mentality, that gotta give
Cause that how we up, probably should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that
Still, that you could get killed
That fear that you feel, was that
But I'm there like, I will not get
So that that I feel, is not real boy
I'ma King, tryna raise a new king
I wanna show him , how to do things
How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe
How to be a man, how to his boo thing
Gotta have a OG, to give you "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas, I blame old head
I know all 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 pop-a-dozen
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 down, I make sure that my son set
You made so strong, you made whole song
You me Young OG, love you Johan