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
my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I 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 left the in the truck
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath,
I to God every 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 hash in it
Spread my wings, If I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only to die

[Chorus: Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to become everything you can be
That's all I for you young'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you 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

2: The Game]

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 screaming at the top of her
I'm panicking, yelling for the doctor 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 head out, she screaming, making noise
Pain is love, my stomach folding like a
I'm like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound Teena 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 become 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, 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 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, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, like your Daddy
I'd die before you grow up and be just like Daddy,
or Grandfather
Call Uncle Zic, him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem
I'm popping Cris with 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 5 times and they never see the sun
My life is a hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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, Father, like Son

My man, your 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

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

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