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 man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the 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, family in the
See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath,
I swear to God every minute's to feel like a second
I Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & 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 only I fly
Why to live 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 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, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I you

[Verse 2: The

They say every time somebody die a child is
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, yelling for the doctor to come
All I could was lamaze 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
is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Marie
I'm calling 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

Busta Rhymes]

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 than 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 it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 3: The

I thank Dr. Avework and Nurse Theresa,
for bringing my boy to life, You birthed a Caesar,
And my baby Mama,
For pushing out a 10-pound, Mini-Me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like Daddy
I'd die before you grow up and be like your Daddy,
or your
Call Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I even in Harlem
I'm popping with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71, with my in the clouds, Lord spare my son
And watch over 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: Busta

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

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