Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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

(Verse 1)
The Fedz bug him ''cause to fear him is to love him
'Till death hugs him the stugs above him
You could try to drug him through his food he's grubbin'
Half-dead paramedics got to his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, couple in the duffle
.357 potatoe muffle
Nigga in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood spots in puddles
At the funeral mourn poured the henny on him
He was walking on threads, the had plenty on him
Died with the on him, now life goes on
Reading the will he said bury me with clothes on
And let my wife glow on, leftover ki's while I'm
The cash, combination stashed the painting
Give my son everything he's taking, what he wants he can
The car keys with the red

(Chorus)

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

(Verse 2)
Naw, that can't be Tone, who's father got blown
In the tropical six, peep seats fancy
Cell phone slow jammin', Ice on his throat
Dangling, ninety on sharp roads handling
Can't be him, naw, he jumped out
Pulled a blunt out, skunk out, then puffed his lungs out
Stuck his tounge out, that passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, his moustache, said he was dazzling
call her Jasmine and passed him the pen
Said him at ten, wrote his number on her skin
Got back in the six, a bit, flashed and kissed
Some chick snapped the tints, asked him for
He posed holding and chips like he was rich
The way he flossed loot was he hit a law suit
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 through the strip, ear to the
Spittin' of his pops with a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the street and bust around on him
Honey shotgun to clown on him
Tone went, "Whatchu for?" and the bitch went down on him
Now on, Tone went straight to the estate
Heavily secluded a guard at the gate
But wait, Tone knows goes with crime
Crime with niggas tailing the whole time
why he brought em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks
>From a lad he knew those were the niggas who daddy
her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don't wrestle"
Put it to her head and said, "God you"
Ran into the crib and went straight for the
Peeping the assainants through surveilence
father like son done, but who the last man standing?
Tone goin' out like Bruce and Brandon
Bombs in the canon, and bazooks
Cocked all of them back, said "this is for pop Dukes"

(Chorus)

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

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