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

Game - Like Father, Like Son

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1: The Game]

June 30th, 11:07 I got that
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 first
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, in the lobby
See my Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck
Running the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel 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 minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little in it
Spread my wings, If only I fly
Why fight to homie?, If we only living to die

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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 turn 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, 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 thank the nigga who gave his 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 class, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the
Doc busting through the door, he the legs
He see the head, my baby boy
11:46, the out, she screaming, making crazy noise
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 niggas on tour, "Jayo ? I just cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem

Busta Rhymes]

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 hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, 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

[Verse 3: The

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 can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just your Daddy
I'd die before you grow up and be just your Daddy,
or Grandfather
Call Uncle Zic, him I got a son and I ain't even 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 Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," number 1
If I bust 5 times and never see the sun
My life is a hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Busta

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

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 hope you turn out better than 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 when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I you