Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Haronni]
Troubled tears, they'll land you
your eyes it's all a disguise
The fear that you feel, is not real, not
The fear you feel, is not real, no
Similar sky, similar
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 in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they Corey
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, looking fat and
They never won no rings, but be mad at Horry
bout, "Man that nigga don't deserve that shit"
Like "I was really in these streets, I to serve that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to 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 that shit
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I me some
I love getting brain, never made me dumb
All did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb
feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me
the whole fucking juice and never saved me some
I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through
See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you
I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, they ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and through it
round killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why call me "Young OG"
And spit this dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my in from 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 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 time and I never him
I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and wiz em
vision the bottoms 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, that something give
Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for mugger
Still, scared you could get killed
That fear you feel, was that 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 shoe
How to be a man, how to treat his boo
have a OG, to give you that "Go 'head"
I don't you niggas, I blame your old head
I all about that, my poppa wasn't down
Poppa used to through, Poppa doesn't now
protected me, but Poppa wasn't 'round
So now I got 9, that pop-a-dozen round
Them kids grow up quick, usually 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 make sure my son set
You made so strong, you made this song
You made me Young OG, you Johan