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

Game - Like Father, Son Lyrics

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[Verse 1: The

30th, 11:07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, through the hospital hall
Deja vu, 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," shit I the camcorder in the truck
Running the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a
I seen Hell staring down the of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little in it
my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only to die

[Chorus: Busta

I you grow 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 turn out than me
I hope you know I 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, just keep it running, I you

[Verse 2: The

They say every time somebody die a is born
So I thank the who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse for the doctor to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe
"One (one), two (two), three (three), (four)," I see the head
Doc through the door, he between the legs
He see the head, my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, crazy noise
Pain is love, my folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling like Carey, all these butterfly's
singing 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 flesh of my flesh, young Harlem

[Chorus: Busta

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, 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

3: The Game]

I thank Dr. Avework and Nurse Theresa,
for bringing my baby boy to life, You a Caesar,
And my Mama, Aliska
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like Daddy
I'd die before you grow up and be just your Daddy,
or your
Call Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I ain't in Harlem
I'm popping with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son
And watch over Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, "Ready to Die," track 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
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, 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, keep 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 out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, Son

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