Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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Like the of a daddy
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Father, father, like son

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

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

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 T-shirt, we ya hood all night

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

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Like the of a daddy
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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 so I was like f*** the lesson
He was my preacher so I was like the reverend
My mother Cita she that I was wit the devil

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

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

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

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the love of a daddy
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Father, father, father son

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

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

Birthdays was the worst
Now we sippin' on wooey we thirsty
Ya know, I do the money's cursed me
So I pray to God that the devil murk me, huh

Lil' Wizzle but you b****** me first place
And poppa taught me paper chase skirt chase
I put you in the closet, in the shirt space
You n***** is yellow like Street's Bert's face

Worst case senario,
Two tone Carera mascara, uh
That G-4 take ya boi where
father, like son the era, n****

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Like the love of a
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Father, father, father son

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