Luyện nghe bài hát Father Like Son

Yes, yes
My lil shorty's be a thug
Father son, like son, like dad
My family all makin' this cash
Shorty's gonna be a
Like father, like son, like son, dad
My family's all into makin' this
My lil' shorty's be a thug
Like father, like son, son, like 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 these 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 the cause
Niggas born to floss, an' 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 in God

in our blood thuggin' til the days of my death
My breath taken 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' might grow up an' rip the mic
Or slang some chickens like his great
makes the man happy, grands snappy

But Lord forbid, he try to do the same shit that his did
Nigga, end up in some shit
in back of the bus
Wit a gang of other niggas up, then shipped up
Shit greed, get deep, niggas bleed
Information jus' to get
why you never see no busta niggas 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 wake him up, nurse, pick him up an' him up
Hit the game in the alley way
Yo break 'em up

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 taught 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, 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 time in God, it's in our

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

See his poppy was a, fuckin' soldier
Hittin' figure up in Nova, always smokin' doja
Wit a pocket full of
Went bein' a small timer, to highroller to the block controller
Set up shop an' got it locked wit all the rocks an powdered
Now the know the time
Taught you to grind before time
I taught you how to a 9
Taught you how to stay than a poker prime

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

Look in yo eyes an' I see a of me, my little guy
Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit a seed before he
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 thug no the cost
Born to floss, an' to be the boss, that's how he was
I raised you in the away from the hood
Where times are hard but as soon as the get hard
You put yo in God, it's in our blood

Look in yo 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' 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, that's how he was
I you in the North away from 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 an' I see a reflection of me, my little guy
Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit a seed he died
My father taught 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, that's how he was
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