Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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Yeah, I'll filthy rich wit quarter keys in the on 'em
The block is hot, but we still out gettin' it on 'em
And keep a tool every time we hit streets
'Cause these n***** act a fool and we'll be to put it on 'em

tear drops homey we so not
The the f*** wit 'cause we will pop
Forty cal it cocked n*** ready to block
the gun, the extra clip homey that's how we rock

And like like son daddy we don't borrow
We stay on the homey 'cause we grind harder
And f***** wit me you won't like
You'll be the T-shirt, we ya hood all night

We got them birds flying out and we them pipes
We do this state to thing and cheat the price
And came home and I told him to shave
But he was tellin' me 'bout these n***** back in the 80's, baby

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Like the love of a
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Father, father, like son

Listen, Birdman put me on when I was eleven
He was my teacher so I was f*** the lesson
He was my preacher so I was f*** the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the

My mother Cita now say that he was sent Heaven
So I heed to every single word that he tell me
And I remember what my told me
Remember what my told me, young stunna

Yeah, I'm out here pitchin' the game
And yes I do the whole thang, n*** me my change
Yes, we do old thangs out the brand new range
Lil' n*** his father homey doing his thang

We keep the gun for paper, homey aimed and
Every n**** I'm my homey ready to pop
We be ridin' drops tops just how we rock
And be rollin' in the Phantom through my uptown blocks, ***

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Like the of a daddy
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Like the of a daddy
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Father, father, father son

Look, Birdman Jr. *** the pops
And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world
Stay strapped and laced like girls
dapped and drapped like a birthday cake

Birthdays was the days
Now we on wooey when we thirsty
Ya know, I do the money's cursed me
So I to God that the devil don't murk me, huh

Lil' but you b****** call me first place
And poppa taught me paper never skirt chase
I put you n***** in the closet, in the shirt
You n***** is yellow like Sesame Bert's face

Worst senario, burial
Two tone Carera mascara, uh
That G-4 ya boi where ever
Like father, son the era, n****

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Father, father, father son

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Like the of a daddy
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