Luyện nghe bài hát Father Like Son

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

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

Nigga, it's in yo blood, you 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 from the hood
Where times are 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, David
My of life, my last testimony, God bless my wife
My lil' son gone be set for life, always up nice
And smokin' might grow up an' rip the mic
Or slang some chickens like his 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 niggas up, then shipped up
Shit greed, shit get deep, bleed
Information jus' to get
That's why you never see no busta niggas 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 game in the 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 seed before he
My father taught these to me
An' I die I share the same lessons
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 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 death is callin', I can hear it pagin' me, me
(Haha)
Like Jason be but ain't no me
Or the safe from me
Not even a fuckin' 8 me
Be to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from me
Even if they me, my son will be replacin' me
On the makin G's like his poppy was
Smokin' chronic budded, sellin' drugs like his poppy

See his poppy was a, mutha fuckin'
Hittin' eights up in Nova, always smokin' 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 grind before your
I taught you how to a 9
you how to stay sharper than a poker prime

Nigga focus yo mind, on the money, fuck a big
An' keep a of down ass niggas, an' then you'll be fine
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 this shit starts
An' daddy raise no marks

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' I die I share 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, 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, it's in our

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
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 away from the hood
Where times are hard but as soon as the get hard
You put yo time in God, it's in our

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 these lessons to me
An' before I die I the same lessons
That he was 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 from the hood
times are hard but as soon as the grind get hard
You put yo time in God, in our blood