Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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

(Verse 1)
The Fedz can't bug him ''cause to him is to love him
'Till hugs him leavin' the stugs above him
You could try to drug him through his while he's grubbin'
Half-dead got to fibulate his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, couple in the duffle
.357 long-nose potatoe
Nigga stayed in 'till guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood layed in puddles
At the funeral niggas poured the henny on him
He was on threads, the Fedz had plenty on him
Died the semi on him, now life goes on
Reading the will he said me with nice clothes on
And let my wife glow on, leftover ki's while I'm
The cash, stashed behind the painting
Give my son everything he's taking, he wants he can flaunt
The car keys with the red

(Chorus)

"Yo Tone, If your was alive you wouldn't 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 I give up."

(Verse 2)
Naw, that can't be Tone, father got blown alone
In the tropical six, peep seats fancy
Cell phone slow jammin', Ice on his hanging
Dangling, doin' ninety on 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 that passed him him
She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was
Said her Jasmine and passed him the pen
beep him at ten, wrote his number on her skin
Got back in the six, relaxed a bit, and kissed
Some snapped the tints, asked him for flicks
He holding tits and chips like he was rich
The way he flossed was like he hit a law suit
Should've saw Dubez, like crisco oil
Ice reflected foil to a disco ball

(Chorus)

Yo, ten o'clock sharp, hit him on the hip
Tone comes the strip, ear to the flip
Spittin' image of his with a 4 pail on him
in the street went and bust around on him
Honey trying to clown on him
Tone went, "Whatchu for?" and the bitch went down on him
Now it's on, Tone straight to the estate
Heavily secluded with a guard at the
But wait, Tone knows goes with crime
goes with niggas tailing the whole time
That's why he brought em' to the sticks, he was on to dicks
>From a lad he knew those the niggas who killed daddy
Told her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close 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 surveilence
Like father son done, but who the last man standing?
Tone ain't out like Bruce and Brandon
in the canon, AK's and bazooks
Cocked all of shits back, said "this is for pop Dukes"

(Chorus)

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

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