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 the hospital hall
vu, like I been here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first
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 like a second
I seen Hell staring the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever to Heaven
Lord me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a hash in it
Spread my wings, If I could fly
Why fight to homie?, If we only living to die

[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 better me
I hope you know I you young'n, like 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

2: The Game]

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

[Chorus: Busta

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 out better than me
I hope you know I 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, keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 3: The

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

Busta Rhymes]

I hope you up to become 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 out better 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

I hope you grow up to become 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 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