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 block is hot, but we out here gettin' it on 'em
And keep a tool every we hit these streets
'Cause these n***** act a fool and be quick to put it on 'em

tear drops homey we so not
The n**** the f*** wit we will pop
Forty cal keep it 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 on the grind homey 'cause we grind harder
And f***** wit me homey you like
You'll be the next T-shirt, we ya hood all

We got birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We do state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus 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 teacher so I was f*** the lesson
He was my preacher so I was like f*** the
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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