Luyện nghe bài hát Father Like Son

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

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

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

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

But forbid, he try to do the same shit that his pappy did
Nigga, end up in some shit
in back 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 busta hangin' wit me

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

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

It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no the cost
Born to floss, an' to be the boss, 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 time in God, it's in our

And a letter to my killa, whoever it my be
I know that death is callin', I can hear it me, chasin' me
(Haha)
Like Jason be but ain't no me
Or takin' the from me
Not even a 8 from me
Be ready to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight me
if they wasted me, my son will be replacin' me
On the makin G's like his poppy was
Smokin' chronic budded, sellin' like his poppy does

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

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

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

It's in yo blood, you gone be a 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 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 of me, my little 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 same
That he was to me

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

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

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