Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

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

1: Fabolous]
Look, the saddest story comes from those who had the glory
Had the foreigns, watches and the baddest shorties
Now they in latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy
I'm from a different cloth, ain't the pattern for me
There's to this shit, it's different categories
Can't be them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie
They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at
Talkin bout, "Man that nigga deserve that shit"
"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to that shit
Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that
Coulda end up it, be too late to swerve that shit
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me
I love brain, that never made me dumb
All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes me numb
Only feelings for this bitch, you been gave me some
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 live shit
See the as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit
I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we do it
But gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, through and gettin' through it
Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I do it"
That's why they 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 in my city but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck them niggas online, why
niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi

[Verse 2:

My son gon' be a king, I tell him morning
I put my on his neck, right 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 quiz him like stop listenin' and wiz em
Pops vision the crowded, the top isn't
We talk guap missions, cops
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 how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for mugger
Still, that you could get killed
fear that you feel, was that real
But I'm there like, I not get killed
So that that I feel, is not real boy
true King, tryna raise a new king
I wanna him stuff , how to do things
How to ride a bike, how to tie strings
How to be a man, how to his boo thing
Gotta have a OG, to give you "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas, I blame old head
I all about that, my poppa wasn't down
Poppa used to come through, doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa 'round
So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen
Them kids grow up quick, usually you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's having pups do
Did a lot, but I I ain't done yet
Before it goes down, I make that my son set
You made so strong, you this whole song
You made me OG, love you Johan