Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Abir
Troubled tears, land you there
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, diamond watches and the shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered
No respect from the neglect, they call daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth, that the pattern for me
There's levels to this shit, it's categories
Can't be like them out here, looking fat and gordie
They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at
Talkin bout, "Man that 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 that
Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that
That's a young mistake, knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that made me dumb
All that did was made me cum, these hoes made me numb
Only for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs
the whole fucking juice and never saved me some
I know how niggas feel, I had to live through shit
See the world as constipated, nobody give you shit
I learned that 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 gettin' it
Running round killin' shit and cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why call me "Young OG"
And I'ma this dope 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 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 warn him
I pop quiz him like stop and drop wiz em
Pops the bottoms crowded, the top isn't
We talk guap missions, cops
I help him see it clearly, I'm his optician
Could learn from my experience but gotta live
Not with that mentality, something gotta give
Cause that how we grew up, probably should of for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that
Still, scared you could get killed
fear 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 a bike, how to tie shoe strings
How to be a man, how to treat his boo
Gotta have a OG, to you that "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas, I your old head
I know all about that, my poppa down
used to come through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa 'round
So now I got 9, that pop-a-dozen round
Them grow up quick, usually grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's what pups do
Did a lot, but I I ain't done yet
Before it down, I make sure that my son set
You made so strong, you made whole song
You made me OG, love you Johan