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
Live by the gun then die by one your time come
Learned from my like father like son

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

(Chorus)

"Yo Tone, If your father was alive you be out here
running around wilding, drinking, and shit,
yo ass would be trying to stay alive and for better 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 throat
Dangling, doin' ninety on sharp handling
Can't be him, naw, then he out
Pulled a blunt out, dumb out, then puffed his lungs out
Stuck his out, chick that passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, he was dazzling
call her Jasmine and passed him the pen
Said beep him at ten, wrote his on her skin
Got back in the six, relaxed a bit, flashed and
Some chick snapped the tints, him for flicks
He holding tits and chips like he was rich
The way he flossed loot was he hit a law suit
Should've saw Dubez, bubling crisco oil
Ice like 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' of his pops with a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the street and bust around on him
Honey shotgun trying to on him
Tone went, "Whatchu for?" and the bitch went down on him
Now it's on, Tone went straight to the
secluded with a guard at the gate
But wait, Tone hoe's goes with crime
Crime goes with 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 niggas who killed
her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don't wrestle"
Put it to her and said, "God bless you"
Ran into the crib and straight for the guns
the assainants through high-tech surveilence
Like father like son done, but who the last man
ain't goin' out like Bruce and Brandon
Bombs in the canon, AK's and
Cocked all of them back, said "this is for pop Dukes"

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

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