Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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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 these
'Cause these act a fool and we'll be quick to put it on 'em

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

And like like son daddy we don't borrow
We stay on the grind '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 out and we allowed them pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the
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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Listen, Birdman put me on I was just eleven
He was my teacher so I was like f*** the
He was my so I was like f*** the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the

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

Yeah, I'm out here 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 homey his thang

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

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

Birthdays was the worst
Now we sippin' on when we thirsty
Ya know, I do believe the money's me
So I pray to God that the 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 yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's

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

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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 of a daddy
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Father, father, like son