Luyện nghe bài hát Water

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

Na what I'm
is for my nigga
Dumb and

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

I met back in like ninety-one rappin'
We went to to get away from gun clappin'
It last, I be in class dreaming 'bout
Fifty-thousand up in the stands
out

Encore, yo I'm heading to Philly
Nigga you with me?
I'm tryna get
We dogs that was off the chain
Lotta times at the people hardly came

I just, took it in stride as a of the game but inside
down with me started to change
It was a thangs, little syrup, little pills
Instead of riding out on the road rather chill

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

Yo, you need to 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,

We done through many meals a couple of deals
Shared and wheels, killed mics and reels
We rocked shows abroad and slept on floors
Trying to figure 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
Picture the bus up

You know we made of everything are made of
I'm far from a
And I don't say I you
the way I feel is greater
M-illa you a poet son, you a born

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

Yo, you need to walk masta ya high
Son, you out on what's passin' ya by
I see these streets 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, I ya all to understand I come from South Philly
And I walk the streets it's like a pharmacy
They got all shit anybody can get
It go from H to X to cigarettes

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

In between Islam and straight
Layin' everyday around the way and nothin'
See 'em all shakin' their heads and shruggin'
If don't got a man like mine 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
'Cause on the it might save his life
And tellin' him

Yo, you need to walk straight ya high
Son, you missing out on what's 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, you need to walk masta ya high
Son, you out on what's passin' 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,