Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

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

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest story 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 niggas out here, looking fat and gordie
They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at
bout, "Man that nigga don't deserve that shit"
Like "I was in these streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn shit
Get it while the gettins' good, that preserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve shit
end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit
That's a mistake, Lord knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that never me dumb
All that did was made me cum, swear hoes made me numb
Only feelings for bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs
Drink the whole fucking juice and 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 niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? to it, goin' through and gettin' through it
round killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why call me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this shit until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in from Cali and she OG
She got me chillin' in my city but my OT, yeah
And fuck them online, reply why
Broke talkin', cause it's free wifi

[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 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
vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't
We guap missions, cops prison
I help him see it clearly, I'm his life
Could learn from my experience but youngin' live
Not with that mentality, that something gotta
Cause how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that
Still, scared that you could get
fear that you feel, was that real
But I'm there like, I will not get
So that fear I feel, is not real boy
true King, tryna raise a new king
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
have a OG, to give you that "Go 'head"
I blame you niggas, I blame your old head
I know all about that, my wasn't down
Poppa used to through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but wasn't 'round
So now I got 9, that pop-a-dozen round
Them kids grow up quick, grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's what having do
Did a lot, but I know I ain't yet
it goes down, I make sure that my son set
You made so strong, you this whole song
You made me OG, love you Johan