Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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

(Verse 1)
The Fedz can't bug him to fear him is to love him
'Till death hugs him the stugs above him
You could try to drug him his food while he's grubbin'
Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his
Cousin was stubbin, chrome couple in the
.357 long-nose muffle
Nigga stayed in trouble 'till guns the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood layed in puddles
At the funeral mourn niggas the henny on him
He was walking on threads, the Fedz had on him
Died with the semi on him, now life on
Reading the will he said bury me nice clothes on
And let my wife glow on, leftover while I'm waiting
The cash, combination stashed the painting
Give my son everything he's taking, he wants he can flaunt
The car keys the red Dupont

(Chorus)

"Yo Tone, If your father was alive you wouldn't be out
around wilding, drinking, smoking and shit,
yo ass be trying to stay alive and striving for better things in life
You what I'm sayin? Yo fuck that I give up."

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

(Chorus)

Yo, ten o'clock sharp, hit him on the hip
Tone through the strip, ear to the flip
Spittin' image of his pops a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the street went and bust on him
Honey shotgun to clown on him
Tone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the bitch down on him
Now it's on, Tone went straight to the
Heavily with a guard at the gate
But wait, knows hoe's 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
her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don't wrestle"
Put it to her head and said, "God you"
Ran the crib and went straight for the guns
the assainants through high-tech 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 them back, said "this is for pop Dukes"

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(Verse 3)
Of course gotta admit he was smarter I thought
Buried bodies under the porch and got caught
Lesson taught: to the smartest, there's smarter
and first you gotta learn to be a man before you can to be a father

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