Luyện nghe bài hát Water

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

Na I'm sayin'?
is for my nigga
Dumb and

They say a record ain't nothin' if 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 in like ninety-one rappin'
We went to Millersville to get away from gun
It ain't last, I be in dreaming 'bout
fans up in the stands
out

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

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

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

Yo, you to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you out on what's passin' ya by
I done see streets suck 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,

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

Or what we walkin' with the for
by the gravity law
You know it if you up poor my nigga
Picture the bus up

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

And this'll probably dawn on you
in your nature
Lyrics all up on you walls like they of paper
You gotta follow where the talent ya
Ya might fuck around and finally make it and real but yo

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

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

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

In between and straight thuggin'
Layin' everyday the way and doin' nothin'
See 'em all shakin' their and start shruggin'
If they don't got a man like they gotta cousin
An yo, you better be a true to him

Before the put an end to him
Or a pen to him
And him in the studio with a mic
on the real it might save his life
And tellin' him

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
over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,

Yo, you need to walk straight 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
C'mon over, over, the
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,