Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Haronni]
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, similar
But I all about you, I do

1: Fabolous]
Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest
Now they in latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, they they daddy Corey
I'm from a cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
There's levels to this shit, it's different
be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie
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 these streets, I used to that shit"
We from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit
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, knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that made me dumb
All that did was me cum, swear these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for this bitch, you been 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 niggas feel, I had to live through
See the as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit
I learned niggas 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 through it
round killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why call me "Young OG"
And I'ma this dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my in from Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin' in my city but my OT, yeah
And fuck them online, reply why
Broke niggas talkin', cause it's 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 it'll all be his, so I'm on him
I him all the time and I never warn him
I pop quiz him like listenin' and drop wiz em
Pops vision the crowded, the top isn't
We talk missions, cops prison
I him see it clearly, I'm his life optician
Could from my experience but youngin' gotta live
Not with mentality, that something gotta give
Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for
Nah we was on them streets, for that mugger
Still, scared that you get killed
That fear that you feel, was real
But I'm there like, I will not get
So fear that I feel, is not real boy
I'ma King, tryna raise a new king
I show 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 a OG, to give you that "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old
I know all about that, my poppa wasn't
used to come through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa 'round
So now I got this 9, pop-a-dozen round
kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog, what having pups do
Did a lot, but I I ain't done yet
Before it goes down, I make sure my son set
You made so strong, you made this whole
You made me Young OG, love you