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

Game - Like Father, Like Son

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[Verse 1: The

June 30th, I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital
Deja vu, like I been before
I'm feeling reborn, like a brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, in the lobby
See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the
through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel a second
I Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I been to Heaven
forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I fly
Why to live homie?, If we only living to die

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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 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 keep it running, running, just keep it running, I you

[Verse 2: The

They say every time die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her
I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the to come
All I could was lamaze class, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), (three), four (four)," I see the head
Doc busting through the door, he the legs
He see the head, my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy
is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound Teena Marie
I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell ? I cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Qua'ran

Busta 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 only 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, keep 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 can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just your Daddy
I'd die before you grow up and be just like Daddy,
or Grandfather
Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem
I'm popping Cris 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 Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," number 1
If I bust 5 times and they see the sun
My life is a black hole, 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, like Father, Son

My little man, 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

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