Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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

(Verse 1)
The Fedz bug him ''cause to fear him is to love him
death hugs him leavin' the stugs above him
You could try to drug him through his food while grubbin'
paramedics got to fibulate his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, couple in the duffle
.357 long-nose potatoe
Nigga in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, spots layed in puddles
At the funeral mourn niggas the henny on him
He was walking on threads, the had plenty on him
Died the semi on him, now life goes on
the will he said bury me with nice clothes on
And let my wife on, leftover ki's 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 and striving for better things in life
You know what I'm sayin? Yo fuck that I up."

(Verse 2)
Naw, that can't be Tone, who's father got alone
In the tropical six, peep 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, then puffed his out
his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was
Said call her Jasmine and 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 posed holding tits and chips like he was
The way he flossed loot was he hit a law suit
Should've saw Dubez, bubling crisco oil
Ice reflected like foil to a ball

(Chorus)

Yo, ten sharp, honey hit him on the hip
Tone comes through the strip, ear to the
Spittin' image of his with a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the street went and around on him
shotgun trying to clown on him
Tone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the went down on him
Now on, Tone went straight to the estate
Heavily secluded with a at the gate
But wait, Tone knows hoe's goes with
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 were the 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 assainants through high-tech
father like 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 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 to be a father

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