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, son, like dad
My family's all into makin' cash
My lil' shorty's be a thug
father, like son, like son, like dad
My family's all into this cash

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

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

It's in our thuggin' til the days of my death
My last breath taken by the ATF like, Koresh
My steps of life, my last testimony, God bless my
My lil' son gone be set for life, dressed up nice
And smokin' Kryponite might 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 that his pappy did
Nigga, end up in some shit
Handcuffed in of the bus
Wit a gang of niggas fucked up, then shipped up
Shit greed, get deep, niggas bleed
Information to get free
That's why you never see no niggas hangin' wit me

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

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 lessons
That he was to me

in yo blood, you gone 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 from the
Where times are hard but as soon as the grind get
You put yo time in God, in our blood

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 no breakin' me
Or takin' the from me
Not even a fuckin' 8 me
Be to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from me
if they wasted me, my son will be replacin' me
On the street makin G's like his was
Smokin' chronic budded, sellin' drugs his poppy does

See his poppy was a, mutha soldier
Hittin' figure eights up in Nova, always smokin'
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
Taught you to before your time
I taught you how to a 9
Taught you how to sharper than a poker prime

focus yo mind, on the money, fuck a big behind
An' keep a of down 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 tattooed
Up on yo shoulder, or right over heart
'Cuz when it get dark that's when shit starts
An' daddy raise no marks

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
he was stressin' to me

It's in yo blood, you be a thug no matter the cost
to floss, an' to be the boss, that's how he was taught
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

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 father these lessons to me
An' before I die I the same 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, 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 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 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 no matter the cost
Born to floss, an' to be the boss, 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 in God, it's in our blood