Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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

(Verse 1)
The Fedz can't bug him ''cause to fear him is to him
'Till death him leavin' the stugs above him
You could try to him through his food while he's grubbin'
paramedics got to fibulate his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, chrome couple in the
.357 long-nose potatoe
Nigga stayed in trouble guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in
At the funeral mourn niggas the henny on him
He was on threads, the Fedz had plenty on him
with the semi on him, now life goes on
Reading the he said bury me with nice clothes on
And let my wife glow on, leftover ki's I'm waiting
The cash, combination behind the painting
Give my son everything he's taking, what he he can flaunt
The car keys the red Dupont

(Chorus)

"Yo Tone, If your was alive you wouldn't be out here
running around wilding, drinking, and shit,
yo ass would be trying to stay alive and striving for better in life
You know what I'm Yo fuck that I give up."

(Verse 2)
Naw, that be Tone, who's father got blown alone
In the tropical six, peep seats chrome
Cell slow jammin', Ice on his throat hanging
Dangling, doin' on sharp roads handling
be him, naw, then he jumped out
Pulled a blunt out, skunk out, then 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 and passed him the pen
Said beep him at ten, his number 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 like he hit a law
Should've saw Dubez, bubling crisco oil
Ice like foil to a disco ball

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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 went and bust around on him
Honey shotgun trying to on him
Tone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the went down on him
Now it's on, went straight to the estate
Heavily secluded with a at the gate
But wait, Tone knows goes with crime
Crime goes with niggas tailing the whole
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
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 went for the guns
Peeping the assainants through high-tech
Like father like son done, but who the last man
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"

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

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