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 that
She 8 centimeters, my man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running the hospital hall
vu, like I been here before
I'm reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, "What Up," I left the camcorder in the truck
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath,
I swear to God minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last
Put the chronic in the air, a little in it
Spread my wings, If I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only to die

[Chorus: Busta

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 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 keep it running, running, just keep it running, I you

[Verse 2: The

They say every somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the to come
All I remember was lamaze class, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), (three), four (four)," I see the head
Doc busting 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 stomach like a La-Z-Boy
I'm like Mariah Carey, all these 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 is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Qua'ran

[Chorus: Busta

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

My little man, day is coming, coming, your 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 Nurse Theresa,
for bringing my baby boy to life, You a Caesar,
And my baby Mama,
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just your Daddy
I'd die you grow up and be just like your Daddy,
or Grandfather
Call Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I ain't in Harlem
I'm popping Cris 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 Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," number 1
If I bust 5 and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole, the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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

I hope you grow up to that 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 hope you 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