Luyện nghe bài hát Young OG II

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

[Verse 1:
Look, the saddest story from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond and the baddest shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they Corey
I'm from a different cloth, ain't the pattern for me
There's levels to shit, it's different categories
Can't be like them 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"
Like "I was really in streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started the bottom, had to topsy-turn 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 hitting it, be too late to swerve shit
That's a young mistake, Lord I made me some
I getting 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 me crumbs
Drink the whole fucking juice and never me some
I know how young niggas feel, I had to through shit
See the world as constipated, gon' give you shit
I learned niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, through and gettin' through it
Running round killin' and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why they me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this dope shit until my OD
I flew my shorty in Cali and she brung OG
She got me in my city but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck niggas online, reply why
Broke talkin', cause 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 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 stop and drop wiz em
vision 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' live
Not with that mentality, that gotta give
Cause that how we up, probably should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for mugger
Still, scared that you could get
That fear 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, tryna 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 his boo thing
Gotta have a OG, to give you "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas, I blame old head
I know all about that, my poppa wasn't
Poppa used to come through, doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but wasn't 'round
So now I got 9, that pop-a-dozen round
Them kids grow up quick, usually you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's what pups do
Did a lot, but I know I ain't yet
Before it goes down, I make that my son set
You made so strong, you made this whole
You made me Young OG, you Johan