Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

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

1: Fabolous]
Look, the saddest story comes those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, watches and the baddest shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, 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
levels to this shit, it's different categories
Can't be like them niggas out here, fat and gordie
They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at
Talkin bout, "Man nigga don't deserve that shit"
"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that
Get it while the gettins' good, after that that shit
My ex texted me night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that
a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that made me dumb
All did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me
I some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs
Drink the whole fucking and never saved me some
I know how young niggas feel, I had to through shit
See the world as constipated, gon' give you shit
I that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
I been? Gettin to it, goin' 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 shit until my tongue OD
I my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin' in my city but my OT, yeah
And them niggas online, reply why
niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi

[Verse 2:

My son gon' be a king, I him every morning
I put my on his neck, right 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 warn him
I pop quiz him like stop 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 youngin' live
Not with that mentality, something gotta give
that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, for that mugger
Still, scared you could get killed
That that you feel, was that real
But I'm there like, I will not get
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 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 wasn't
Poppa used to come through, doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen
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 ain't 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