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

There no love
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Like the of a daddy
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Father, father, father son

Yeah, I'll filthy wit quarter 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 these
these n***** act a fool and we'll be quick to put it on 'em

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

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

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

There no love
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the love of a daddy
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Father, father, father son

ain't no love
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Like the love of a
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Father, father, like son

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

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

Yeah, I'm out here homey the game
And yes I do the whole thang, n*** give me my
Yes, we do them old thangs out the brand new
Lil' n*** like his 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 I'll be rollin' in the Phantom through my blocks, ***

There ain't no
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the love of a daddy
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Father, father, father son

There no love
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Like the of a daddy
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Father, father, father son

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

Birthdays was the days
Now we sippin' on wooey when we
Ya know, I do the money's cursed me
So I pray to God 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 in the closet, in the shirt space
You n***** is like Sesame Street's Bert's face

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

ain't no love
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the love of a daddy
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Father, father, father son

There no love
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Like the love of a
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Father, father, father son