Luyện nghe bài hát Life Father. Like Son (f. Busta Rhymes)

Game - Like Father, Like Son

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[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, like I here before
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 left the in the truck
through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every starting to feel like a second
I Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to
Lord me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little in it
Spread my wings, If only I fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only to die

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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

But in the end I you only turn out better than 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 it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 2: The

say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who his life 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 through the door, he between the
He see the head, it's my boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making noise
Pain is love, my stomach folding a La-Z-Boy
I'm like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Marie
I'm niggas on tour, "Jayo tell ? I just cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a soldier is born, and flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Qua'ran

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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 better me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, Son

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

3: The Game]

I wanna thank Dr. and Nurse Theresa,
for bringing my baby boy to life, You a Caesar,
And my Mama, Aliska
For out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, like your Daddy
I'd die before you up and be just like your Daddy,
or your
Call Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I even in Harlem
I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son
And over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, "Ready to Die," track 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 become that you can be
That's all I for you young'n, like Father, like Son

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

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

I hope you grow up to become that 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 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, keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you