Luyện nghe bài hát Father Like Son

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

in yo eyes an' I see the reflection of me, my little guy
Thank the Lord for me wit' a seed 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 gone be a thug no the cause
Niggas to floss, an' be the boss that's 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

in our blood thuggin' til the days of my death
My last breath by the ATF like, David Koresh
My of life, my last testimony, God bless my wife
My lil' son gone be set for life, dressed up nice
And smokin' Kryponite might up an' rip the mic
Or slang chickens like his great grandpappy
Whatever the man happy, grands 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 niggas fucked up, then shipped up
Shit greed, shit get deep, niggas
Information jus' to get
why you never see no busta 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 class makes to use ammonia
To him up, nurse, pick him up an' take him up
Hit the game in the alley way
Yo nigga 'em up

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 taught lessons to me
An' before I die I share the 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 away from the hood
Where times are 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 is callin', I can hear it pagin' me, chasin' me
(Haha)
Like Jason be but no breakin' me
Or takin' the safe 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 like his was
Smokin' budded, sellin' drugs like his poppy does

See his was a, mutha fuckin' soldier
Hittin' figure eights up in Nova, always doja
Wit a pocket of quarters
Went from bein' a small timer, to to the block controller
Set up an' got it locked wit all the rocks 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

Nigga focus yo mind, on the money, fuck a big
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 tattooed
Up on yo shoulder, or over your heart
'Cuz when it get that's when this shit starts
An' didn't raise no marks

Look in yo eyes an' I see a 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 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
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 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 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 times are hard but as as the grind get hard
You put yo time in God, in our blood

Look in yo eyes an' I see a of me, my little guy
Thank the Lord for 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, that's how he was
I raised you in the North away the hood
Where times are but as soon as the grind get hard
You put yo time in God, in our blood