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

Busta Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to become 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 man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 2: The

They say every time somebody die a is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the 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 (three), (four)," I see the head
Doc through 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 feeling like Mariah Carey, all butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Teena
I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell ? I just cut the cord"
11:57, a is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Qua'ran

[Chorus: Busta

I you grow 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 turn out better 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 it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

3: The Game]

I wanna thank Dr. Avework and 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 before you grow up and be like your Daddy,
or your
Call Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I ain't in Harlem
I'm popping Cris with Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track 1
If I bust 5 and they never see the sun
My is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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 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, just it running, running, just 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 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 when it comes, just it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you