Luyện nghe bài hát Father Like Son

Yes, yes
My lil shorty's gonna be a
Father like son, like son, dad
My family all into this cash
gonna be a thug
Like father, like son, son, like dad
My family's all into this cash
My lil' shorty's be a thug
Like father, like son, son, like dad
My family's all into makin' this

Look in yo eyes an' I see the reflection of me, my guy
Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit' a before he died
My taught these lessons to me
An' I die, I share the same lessons
That he was to me

Nigga, it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no the cause
Niggas born to floss, an' be the boss how he was taught
I you in the North away from the hood
times are hard but as soon as the grind get hard
You put yo in God

It's in our blood til the days of my death
My last breath taken by the ATF like, Koresh
My steps of life, my last testimony, God my wife
My lil' son be set for life, always dressed up nice
And smokin' might grow up an' rip the mic
Or slang some chickens his great grandpappy
Whatever the man happy, grands snappy

But Lord forbid, he try to do the shit that his pappy did
Nigga, end up in khaki shit
Handcuffed in of the bus
Wit a gang of other fucked up, then shipped up
greed, shit get deep, niggas bleed
Information jus' to get
That's why you never see no niggas hangin' wit me

Be a loner if you ain't got that Dragon tattoo on ya
Knock a on his ass
So fast the makes have to use ammonia
To wake him up, nurse, him up an' take him up
Hit the dice in the alley way
Yo nigga 'em up

in yo eyes an' I see a reflection of me, my little guy
Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit a before he died
My father taught these to me
An' before I die I share the same
he was stressin' to me

It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no matter the
to floss, an' to be the boss, that's how he was taught
I raised you in the North from the hood
Where times are hard but as soon as the grind get
You put yo time in God, it's in our

And send a to my killa, whoever it my be
I that death is callin', I can hear it pagin' me, chasin' me
(Haha)
Like Jason be but no breakin' me
Or the safe from me
Not a fuckin' 8 from me
Be to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from me
Even if they wasted me, my son will be me
On the street G's like his poppy was
Smokin' budded, sellin' drugs like his poppy does

See his poppy was a, mutha soldier
Hittin' figure eights up in Nova, always doja
Wit a pocket of quarters
Went bein' a small timer, to highroller to the block controller
Set up shop an' got it locked wit all the an powdered cola
Now the know the time
you to grind before your time
I you how to hold a 9
Taught you how to stay sharper than a prime

Nigga focus yo mind, on the money, fuck a big
An' keep a click of ass niggas, an' then you'll be fine
These are the rules, choose to utilize or lose
Pay yo dues, if I die jus' get my face
Up on yo shoulder, or right over heart
when it get dark that's when this shit starts
An' didn't raise no marks

Look in yo eyes an' I see a reflection of me, my guy
the Lord for blessin' me wit a seed before he died
My father these lessons to me
An' I die I share the same lessons
he was stressin' to me

It's in yo blood, you be a thug no matter the cost
Born to floss, an' to be the boss, how he was taught
I raised you in the North away the hood
Where times are hard but as as the grind get hard
You put yo time in God, in our blood

in yo eyes an' I see a reflection of me, my little guy
Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit a seed he died
My father taught these to me
An' before I die I share the same
he was stressin' to me

It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no matter the
to floss, an' to be the boss, that's how he was taught
I raised you in the North away from the
Where are hard but as soon as the grind get hard
You put yo in God, it's in our blood

Look in yo eyes an' I see a reflection of me, my guy
Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit a seed he died
My taught these lessons to me
An' before I die I share the lessons
he was stressin' to me

It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no the cost
Born to floss, an' to be the boss, that's how he was
I raised you in the North away the hood
Where times are hard but as soon as the grind get
You put yo time in God, in our blood