Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

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

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest 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 a different 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 streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn shit
Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that
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 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
the whole fucking juice and never saved me some
I know how young niggas feel, I had to through shit
See the world as constipated, nobody gon' you shit
I that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' and gettin' through it
Running round shit and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why call me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this dope shit 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
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, 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 stop listenin' and drop wiz em
Pops the bottoms crowded, the top isn't
We talk guap missions, cops
I him see it clearly, I'm his life optician
Could from my experience but youngin' gotta live
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
fear that you feel, was that real
But I'm there like, I not get killed
So that fear that I feel, is not 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
Gotta a OG, to give you that "Go 'head"
I don't you niggas, I blame your old head
I know all about that, my poppa wasn't
Poppa to come through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't
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, 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 this whole song
You made me Young OG, you Johan