Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

(Chorus)
Passed from old to young to dumb
Somethin' wonder where I got my smarts from where I got my heart
by the gun then die by one your time gon' come
Learned my pops like father like son

(Verse 1)
The Fedz can't bug him ''cause to fear him is to him
'Till death hugs him leavin' the stugs him
You could try to him through his food while he's grubbin'
Half-dead got to fibulate his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, chrome in the duffle
.357 potatoe muffle
Nigga stayed in trouble 'till guns the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in
At the mourn niggas poured the henny on him
He was walking on threads, the had plenty on him
Died with the semi on him, now life on
Reading the will he bury me with nice clothes on
And let my wife glow on, leftover while I'm waiting
The cash, stashed behind the painting
Give my son he's taking, what he wants he can flaunt
The car keys with the red

(Chorus)

"Yo Tone, If your father was alive you be out here
running wilding, drinking, smoking and shit,
yo ass would be trying to stay alive and striving for better in life
You know what I'm sayin? Yo fuck that I up."

(Verse 2)
Naw, that can't be Tone, who's got blown alone
In the tropical six, peep fancy chrome
phone slow jammin', Ice on his throat hanging
Dangling, doin' on sharp roads handling
be him, naw, then he jumped out
Pulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his out
Stuck his tounge out, chick passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, he was dazzling
call her Jasmine and passed him the pen
Said him at ten, wrote his number on her skin
Got back in the six, relaxed a bit, and kissed
Some chick snapped the tints, him for flicks
He posed tits and chips like he was rich
The way he flossed loot was he hit a law suit
Should've saw Dubez, bubling crisco oil
Ice like foil to a disco ball

(Chorus)

Yo, ten sharp, honey hit him on the hip
comes through the strip, ear to the flip
Spittin' of his pops with a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the street went and around on him
Honey trying to clown on him
Tone went, "Whatchu for?" and the bitch went down on him
Now it's on, went straight to the estate
secluded with a guard at the gate
But wait, Tone knows goes with crime
goes with niggas tailing the whole time
That's why he em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks
>From a lad he knew those the niggas who killed daddy
Told her, "Bitch, got a surprise, your eyes, don't wrestle"
Put it to her head and said, "God you"
Ran the crib and went straight for the guns
Peeping the assainants through high-tech
Like father son done, but who the last man standing?
Tone ain't goin' out like Bruce and
in the canon, AK's and bazooks
Cocked all of them shits back, "this is for pop Dukes"

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Of course gotta he was smarter than I thought
Buried bodies the porch and never got caught
Lesson taught: to the smartest, there's smarter
and first you gotta learn to be a man you can learn to be a father

(Chorus fades)