Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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

(Verse 1)
The Fedz can't bug him to fear him is to love him
'Till hugs him leavin' the stugs above him
You could try to drug him through his food while he's
paramedics got to fibulate his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, couple in the duffle
.357 potatoe muffle
Nigga stayed in trouble guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in
At the funeral mourn niggas the henny on him
He was walking on threads, the had plenty on him
Died with the semi on him, now goes on
Reading the will he bury me with nice clothes on
And let my wife glow on, leftover ki's while I'm
The cash, combination stashed behind the
Give my son everything he's taking, what he he can flaunt
The car with the red Dupont

(Chorus)

"Yo Tone, If father 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 things in life
You know what I'm sayin? Yo that I give up."

(Verse 2)
Naw, that can't be Tone, who's father got blown
In the tropical six, seats fancy chrome
Cell phone slow jammin', Ice on his hanging
Dangling, doin' on sharp roads handling
be him, naw, then he jumped out
Pulled a out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his lungs out
Stuck his out, chick that passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was
Said her Jasmine and passed him the pen
Said beep him at ten, 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 holding and chips like he was rich
The way he flossed loot was like he hit a law
saw Dubez, bubling like crisco oil
Ice reflected like foil to a ball

(Chorus)

Yo, ten o'clock sharp, hit him on the hip
Tone comes through the strip, ear to the
Spittin' image of his pops with a 4 on him
in the street went and bust around on him
Honey shotgun trying to on him
Tone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the 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
Crime goes with niggas tailing the time
That's why he em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks
>From a lad he knew those were the niggas who daddy
Told her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, wrestle"
Put it to her and said, "God bless you"
Ran into the crib and straight for the guns
Peeping the assainants high-tech surveilence
Like like son done, but who the last man standing?
ain't goin' out like Bruce and Brandon
Bombs in the canon, and bazooks
all of them shits back, said "this is for pop Dukes"

(Chorus)

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

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