Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Abir
tears, they'll land you there
Open eyes 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 know all you, I do

1: Fabolous]
Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the shorties
Now in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth, that the pattern for me
There's to this shit, it's different categories
Can't be like them out here, looking fat and gordie
ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, "Man that don't deserve that shit"
"I was really 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, after that preserve that
My ex me last night, but I curve that shit
end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I me some
I love brain, that never made me dumb
All that did was made me cum, these 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 juice and never saved me some
I know how young feel, I had to live through shit
See the as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit
I learned that gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' and gettin' through it
round killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why they me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this 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 niggas online, 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, right now it's 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 like stop and drop wiz em
Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top
We talk guap missions, cops
I him see it clearly, I'm his life optician
Could learn from my experience but youngin' live
Not with that mentality, that something give
Cause that how we grew up, probably should of for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for mugger
Still, scared that you get killed
That fear that you feel, was that
But I'm there like, I will not get
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 strings
How to be a man, how to treat his boo
have a OG, to give you that "Go 'head"
I don't you niggas, I blame your old head
I all about that, my poppa wasn't down
Poppa used to come through, Poppa now
Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't
So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen
Them kids grow up quick, usually you up too
you to a big dog, that's what having pups do
Did a lot, but I I ain't done yet
Before it down, I make sure that my son set
You so strong, you made this whole song
You made me Young OG, you Johan