Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

(Chorus)
Passed from old to young to dumb
Somethin' where 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 like father like son

(Verse 1)
The Fedz can't bug him to fear him is to love him
'Till death him leavin' the stugs above him
You could try to him through his food while he's grubbin'
Half-dead paramedics got to his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, couple in the duffle
.357 long-nose potatoe
stayed in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, spots 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 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 you wouldn't be out here
around 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, father got blown alone
In the tropical six, peep fancy chrome
Cell phone slow jammin', Ice on his throat
Dangling, ninety on sharp roads handling
Can't be him, naw, he jumped out
Pulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, puffed his lungs out
Stuck his tounge out, chick 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, wrote his number on her
Got back in the six, a bit, flashed and kissed
Some chick snapped the tints, him for flicks
He posed holding tits and like he was rich
The way he loot was like he hit a law suit
saw Dubez, bubling like crisco oil
Ice reflected foil to a disco ball

(Chorus)

Yo, ten sharp, honey hit him on the hip
Tone comes through the strip, ear to the
Spittin' image of his pops a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the went and bust around on him
shotgun trying to clown on him
Tone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the bitch down on him
Now it's on, went straight to the estate
secluded with a guard at the gate
But wait, Tone knows hoe's with crime
Crime 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 were the niggas who killed 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 through high-tech surveilence
Like father like son done, but who the man standing?
Tone ain't goin' out like and Brandon
Bombs in the canon, and bazooks
all of them shits back, said "this is for pop Dukes"

(Chorus)

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

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