Tyga's POV (Dream)
I walked up the dusty long road once again, the blistering pain in my feet still there. Sometimes it makes you wonder will it ever get better, you know? This road told a different story, a much worse one. If that was even possible. The pain of the hood, feeling obligated to become a fool to the fucking ignorance.
"Michael, Cậu bé ngọt ngào của tôi." Granny Mae spoke to me.
Michael, my sweet boy.
"bạn ở đâu? Anh yêu em." I started to run despite the strong pain.
Where are you? I love you
"Cô gái đó cần bạn, hãy ở lại." she smiled.
That girl needs you, please stay
"Bạn có ý gì, bà ngoại?"
What do you mean, grandmother?
"Chỉ cần chờ đợi, con trai." she started to walk away.
Just wait, son.
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Story 2 so far! Since I can't get a Tyga story together on my main account I decided to research Tyga a little and write on the group account. I DO NOT KNOW IF TYGA CAN REALLY SPEAK VIETNAMESE, PROBABLY NOT BUT I DON'T CARE. IT MAKES THE STORY MORE INTERESTING, AND DIFFERENT. I DON'T UNDERSTAND SHIT BUT OH WELL.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy❤
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