Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

[Hook: Haronni]
Troubled tears, they'll you there
your eyes 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 know all you, I do

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest story comes from those who had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the shorties
Now in their latter 40s, bunch 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 them niggas out here, looking fat and
They never won no rings, but be mad at Horry
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 topsy-turn shit
Get it while the gettins' good, after that that shit
My ex texted me night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too to swerve 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, these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me
I some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs
Drink the whole fucking juice and never me some
I know how niggas feel, I had to live through shit
See the as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit
I learned that niggas gon be niggas, we shouldn't do it
But hoes be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
Where I Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it
Running killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why they me "Young OG"
And I'ma this dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in from Cali and she 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 be a king, I tell him every 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 and I never warn him
I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and wiz em
Pops the bottoms crowded, the top isn't
We talk missions, cops prison
I help him see it clearly, I'm his life
Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta
Not with that mentality, that something give
Cause how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that
Still, scared you could get killed
That fear you feel, was that real
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 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
Gotta have a OG, to you that "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas, I blame old head
I know all that, my poppa wasn't down
used to come through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but wasn't 'round
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, that's having pups do
Did a lot, but I know I done yet
it goes down, I make sure that my son set
You made so strong, you this whole song
You made me Young OG, you Johan