Luyện nghe bài hát Father Like Son Featbusta Rhymes

[Verse 1: The

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

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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 turn out better than me
I hope you know I you young'n, like 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

[Verse 2: The

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 at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, yelling for the doctor to come
All I could was lamaze class, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the
Doc through the door, he between the legs
He see the head, it's my boy
11:46, the out, she screaming, making crazy noise
Pain is love, my folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Teena
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, young Harlem

Busta Rhymes]

I hope you up to become that everything you can be
all I wanted 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, 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, keep it running, I tell you

3: The Game]

I wanna thank Dr. ? and Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life
You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama,
For out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, like your Daddy
I die before you grow up and be just your Daddy, or your Grandfather
Call Uncle ?, tell him I got a son and I ain't in Harlem
I'm Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, spare my son
And watch over Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," number 1
If I bust 5 times and never see the sun
My life is a black hole, the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Busta

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

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

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

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