Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

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

1: Fabolous]
Look, the saddest story comes from who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, watches and the baddest shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered
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, different categories
Can't be like niggas out here, looking fat and gordie
ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, "Man that nigga don't deserve shit"
Like "I was really in these streets, I used to that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to that shit
Get it the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve shit
That's a young mistake, knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that never made me
All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me
feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had bread never gave me crumbs
Drink the fucking juice and never saved me some
I know how young feel, I had to live through shit
See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you
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' through and gettin' 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 Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin' in my but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck them online, reply why
Broke niggas talkin', cause it's wifi

[Verse 2:

My son gon' be a king, I tell him morning
I put my chain on his neck, now it's 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 him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em
Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top
We talk guap missions, prison
I help him see it clearly, I'm his life
Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta
Not that mentality, that something gotta give
that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for mugger
Still, scared you could get killed
That that you feel, was that real
But I'm there like, I not get killed
So that fear I feel, is not real boy
true King, tryna raise a new king
I wanna show him stuff , how to do
How to ride a bike, how to tie strings
How to be a man, how to treat his boo
Gotta 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
used to come through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' me, but Poppa wasn't 'round
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 know I done yet
it goes down, I make sure that my son set
You so strong, you made this whole song
You made me Young OG, love you