Luyện nghe bài hát Water

South Philly, Side, Oakland, Texas, Georgia
people, uh

Na I'm sayin'?
This is for my
and blind

They say a record ain't if it's not touchin', grippin'
Draw you in close and make you wanna to it
And if you real ill at makin'
The listna gonna feel like he living it
how my nigga do it

I met slacks back in like rappin'
We went to to get away from gun clappin'
It ain't last, I be in class 'bout
fans up in the stands
out

Encore, yo I'm back to Philly
you rollin' with me?
I'm get busy
We walked dogs that was off the
Lotta times at the shows people hardly

I just, it in stride as a part of the game but inside
People down me started to change
It was a thangs, little syrup, little pills
Instead of out on the road you'd rather chill

I the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin'
But still I'm on a mission yo, I'm not
I got fam that can't druggin', they can't sleep
They can't stick to one they can't eat
people steady comin' at me out in the street
Like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it deep, nigga

Yo, you need to walk straight ya high
Son, you missing out on what's ya by
I done see these streets suck a lotta dry
But not you and I my
We got to get
over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,

We done been through many a couple of deals
clothes and wheels, killed mics and reels
We done rocked abroad and slept on floors
Trying to what the fuck we gettin' slept on for

Or we walkin' with the weapon for
Weighted by the law
You it if you came up poor my nigga
the bus up north

You know we made of everything outlaws are of
I'm far from a
And I say I love you
the way I feel is greater
M-illa you a poet son, you a born

And this'll probably on you later
It's in your
all up on you walls like they made of paper
You follow where the talent take ya
Ya might fuck around and finally make it and that's but yo

Yo, you to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you missing out on passin' ya by
I done see these streets a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my
We got to get
C'mon over, over, the
over, over, the water
Yo,
Yo,

Yo, I want ya all to understand I from South Philly
And when I walk the streets it's like a
They got all shit anybody can get
It go H to X to Loosie cigarettes

For my ghetto legend, known for little runnin'
Cop Codine by the Quarts and keep comin',
Just embracing the like it's a woman
Ya both sides of the rope and just pullin', tuggin'

In Islam and straight thuggin'
Layin' everyday around the way and nothin'
See 'em all shakin' their heads and start
If they got a man like mine they gotta cousin
An yo, you better be a friend to him

Before the put an end to him
Or a pen to him
And lock him in the studio a mic
'Cause on the real it save his life
And keep him

Yo, you need to straight masta ya high
Son, you missing out on what's ya by
I done see these suck a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my
We got to get
over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,

Yo, you to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you out on what's passin' ya by
I done see these streets a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my
We got to get
C'mon over, over, the
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,