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, similar
But I know all you, I do

1: Fabolous]
Look, the saddest comes from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, watches and the baddest shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy
I'm a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
There's to this shit, it's different categories
Can't be like niggas out here, looking fat and gordie
They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at
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 that shit
Get it while the gettins' good, that preserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve shit
Coulda end up it, be too late to swerve that shit
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me
I love brain, that never made me dumb
All that did was made me cum, these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for this bitch, you been gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me
the whole fucking juice and never saved me some
I how young 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 gon' be hoes, they just admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' and gettin' through it
Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I do it"
That's why call me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this dope shit until my OD
I flew my in from Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin' in my but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck them niggas online, why
Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free

[Verse 2:

My son be a king, I tell him every morning
I put my on his neck, right now it's heavy on him
One day it'll all be his, so I'm on him
I test him all the time and I warn him
I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and wiz em
Pops the bottoms crowded, the top isn't
We talk guap missions, prison
I help him see it clearly, I'm his optician
Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta
Not with mentality, that something gotta give
Cause that how we grew up, should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that
Still, scared that you could get
That that you feel, was that real
But I'm like, I will not get killed
So fear that I feel, is not real boy
I'ma true King, raise a new king
I wanna show him , how to do things
How to a bike, how to tie shoe strings
How to be a man, how to his boo thing
Gotta have a OG, to you that "Go 'head"
I blame you niggas, I blame your old head
I know all about that, my poppa down
Poppa used to through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' me, but Poppa wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, that round
Them kids up quick, usually grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's what having do
Did a lot, but I I ain't done yet
Before it goes down, I make that my son set
You made so strong, you made this song
You made me Young OG, love you