Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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Like the of a daddy
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Father, father, father son

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

Them tear homey we so not
The the f*** wit 'cause we will pop
Forty cal keep it cocked n*** to block
Keep the gun, the 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 wit me homey you won't like
You'll be the next T-shirt, we ya hood all

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

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Listen, Birdman put me on I was just eleven
He was my so I was like f*** the lesson
He was my so I was like f*** the reverend
My mother she said that I was wit the devil

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

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

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

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Father, father, father son

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

Birthdays was the worst
Now we sippin' on wooey we thirsty
Ya know, I do believe the cursed me
So I pray to God that the devil don't me, huh

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

case senario, burial
Two Carera like mascara, uh
G-4 take ya boi where ever
Like father, like son the era,

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the love of a daddy
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Father, father, like son

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Like the love of a
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Father, father, father son