Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

(Chorus)
Passed from old to wise to dumb
Somethin' wonder 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 pops like like son

(Verse 1)
The can't bug him ''cause to fear him is to love him
'Till death hugs him leavin' the stugs him
You could try to him through his food while he's grubbin'
Half-dead got to fibulate his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, couple in the duffle
.357 potatoe muffle
stayed in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood layed in puddles
At the funeral mourn niggas poured the on him
He was walking on threads, the Fedz had on him
with the semi on him, now life goes on
Reading the will he said bury me with 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 with the red Dupont

(Chorus)

"Yo Tone, If your was alive you wouldn't be out here
running around wilding, drinking, 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 be Tone, who's father got blown alone
In the tropical six, peep fancy chrome
Cell phone slow jammin', Ice on his hanging
Dangling, doin' on sharp roads handling
Can't be him, naw, then he out
Pulled a out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his lungs out
Stuck his tounge out, chick passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was
Said call her Jasmine and him the pen
Said beep him at ten, wrote his on her skin
Got back in the six, a bit, flashed and kissed
Some snapped the tints, asked him for flicks
He posed holding tits and like he was rich
The way he flossed loot was like he hit a law
saw Dubez, bubling like 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' image of his with a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the went and bust around on him
Honey shotgun to clown on him
Tone went, "Whatchu for?" and the bitch went down on him
Now it's on, Tone went to the estate
secluded with a guard at the gate
But wait, Tone knows goes with crime
Crime goes with niggas the whole time
That's why he em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks
>From a lad he those were the niggas who killed daddy
Told her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close eyes, don't 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 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 course gotta admit he was smarter than I
Buried bodies under the and never got caught
Lesson taught: to the smartest, there's smarter
and you gotta learn to be a man before you can learn to be a father

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