Luyện nghe bài hát Father Like Son Featbusta Rhymes

[Verse 1: The

June 30th, 11:07 I got call
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running the hospital hall
Deja vu, I been here before
I'm reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the
See my Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath,
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith &
My ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last
Put the chronic in the air, a hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we living to die

Busta Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to become that you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out better me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just it running, I tell you

2: The Game]

They say time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his for the birth of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her
I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe
"One (one), two (two), three (three), (four)," I see the head
Doc busting the door, he between the legs
He see the head, my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making noise
Pain is love, my stomach folding a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound Teena Marie
I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell ? I cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, Harlem Coron

[Chorus: Busta

I hope you up to become that everything you can be
That's all I for you young'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, Father, like Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, day is coming, I tell you
And it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 3: The

I wanna thank Dr. ? and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my boy to life
You a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like Daddy
I die before you up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather
Call ?, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem
I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71, with my in the clouds, Lord spare my son
And watch Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," number 1
If I bust 5 times and they see the sun
My life is a hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Busta

I hope you grow up to that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, Father, like Son

My man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

I you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, Son

But in the end I hope you turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I you