Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Haronni]
Troubled tears, land you there
Open your eyes all a disguise
The fear that you feel, is not real, not
The fear you feel, is not real, no
sky, similar ties
But I all about you, I do

[Verse 1:
Look, the story comes from 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 Corey
I'm from a cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
There's levels to this shit, 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 that shit"
Like "I was really in these streets, I used to serve shit"
We started the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that
My ex texted me night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too to swerve that shit
That's a young mistake, Lord I made me some
I love getting brain, that never me dumb
All that did was made me cum, these hoes made me numb
feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some never gave me crumbs
Drink the fucking juice and never saved me some
I know how young feel, I had to live through shit
See the world as constipated, gon' give you shit
I learned niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, they just 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 shorty in Cali and she brung OG
She got me in my city but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck them online, reply why
Broke talkin', cause it's free wifi

[Verse 2:

My son be a king, I tell him every morning
I put my chain on his neck, now it's heavy on him
One day it'll all be his, so I'm on him
I test him all the time and I warn him
I pop him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em
vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't
We guap missions, cops prison
I help him see it clearly, I'm his optician
Could from my experience but youngin' gotta live
Not that mentality, that something gotta give
Cause that how we grew up, probably of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, for that mugger
Still, scared that you could get
fear that you feel, was that real
But I'm like, I will not get killed
So that fear I feel, is not real boy
I'ma true King, tryna a new king
I wanna show him , how to do things
How to a bike, how to tie shoe 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 down
Poppa to come through, Poppa doesn't now
protected me, but Poppa wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, pop-a-dozen round
Them kids grow up quick, grow you up too
you to a big dog, that's what having pups 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 whole song
You me Young OG, love you Johan