Luyện nghe bài hát Father Like Son

Yes, yes
My lil shorty's gonna be a
like son, like son, like dad
My family all into makin' cash
gonna be a thug
Like father, like son, like son, dad
My family's all into makin' cash
My lil' gonna 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
Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit' a seed before he
My father taught lessons to me
An' before I die, I the same lessons
That he was to me

Nigga, it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no matter the
born to floss, an' 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 in God

in our blood thuggin' 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 gone be set for life, always dressed up
And Kryponite might grow up an' rip the mic
Or slang some like his great grandpappy
Whatever makes the man happy, snappy

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

Be a loner if you ain't got that fuckin' tattoo on ya
Knock a on his ass
So the class 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

in yo eyes an' I see a reflection of me, my little guy
Thank the for blessin' me wit a seed before he died
My taught 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 matter the
Born to floss, an' to be the boss, how he was taught
I raised you in the away from the hood
Where times are hard but as as the grind get hard
You put yo in God, it's in our blood

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

See his poppy was a, fuckin' soldier
Hittin' figure eights up in Nova, always smokin'
Wit a pocket of quarters
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 grind your time
I taught you how to a 9
Taught you how to stay than a poker prime

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

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 taught 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
to floss, an' to be the boss, that's how he was taught
I you in the North away from the hood
Where times are but as soon 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 no matter 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 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 seed before he
My father taught lessons to me
An' before I die I share the same
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, that's how he was
I raised you in the North away the hood
Where are hard but as soon as the grind get hard
You put yo time in God, in our blood