Luyện nghe bài hát Like Father Like Son

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Yeah, I'll filthy wit quarter keys in the kitchen on 'em
The block is hot, but we still out here 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 homey we so not
The n**** the f*** wit 'cause we pop
Forty cal keep it n*** ready to block
the gun, the extra clip homey that's how we rock

And like like son daddy we don't borrow
We on the grind 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 pipes
We do this state to thing and cheat the price
And came home and I told him to shave
But he was tellin' me 'bout p**** n***** back in the 80's, baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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