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
Live by the gun die by one your time gon' come
Learned my pops like father like son

(Verse 1)
The Fedz can't bug him ''cause to him is to love him
death hugs him leavin' the stugs above him
You could try to drug him through his food he's grubbin'
Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his
Cousin was stubbin, chrome in the duffle
.357 potatoe muffle
Nigga stayed in trouble 'till guns the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in
At the funeral niggas poured the henny 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 glow on, leftover ki's while I'm waiting
The cash, combination stashed behind the
my son everything he's taking, what he wants he can flaunt
The car keys the red Dupont

(Chorus)

"Yo Tone, If your was alive you wouldn't be out here
running wilding, drinking, smoking and shit,
yo ass would be trying to stay alive and for better things in life
You know what I'm Yo fuck 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 slow jammin', Ice on his throat hanging
Dangling, doin' ninety on roads handling
Can't be him, naw, he jumped out
Pulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, puffed his lungs out
his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, his moustache, said he was dazzling
Said call her Jasmine and him the pen
Said beep him at ten, wrote his number on her
Got in the six, relaxed a bit, flashed and kissed
Some chick the tints, asked him for flicks
He posed holding tits and chips he was rich
The way he loot was like he hit a law suit
Should've saw Dubez, bubling like oil
Ice reflected like foil to a disco

(Chorus)

Yo, ten sharp, honey hit him on the hip
comes through the strip, ear to the flip
Spittin' image of his pops a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the street went and around on him
Honey shotgun trying to on him
Tone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the bitch went on him
Now it's on, Tone straight to the estate
Heavily with a guard at the gate
But wait, Tone knows goes 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 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 went for the guns
Peeping the assainants high-tech surveilence
Like father like son done, but who the man standing?
Tone goin' out like Bruce and Brandon
Bombs in the canon, AK's and
Cocked all of them shits back, "this is for pop Dukes"

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

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