Luyện nghe bài hát Water

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

Na what I'm
This is for my
and blind

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

I met slacks back in ninety-one rappin'
We went to Millersville to get away from gun
It ain't last, I be in dreaming 'bout
Fifty-thousand fans up in the
out

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

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

I know the way the 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 can't
They stick to one subject they can't eat
people steady comin' at me out in the street
Like Riq yo up with ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga

Yo, you need to straight masta ya high
Son, you missing out on what's 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
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,

We done through many meals a couple of deals
Shared clothes and wheels, mics and reels
We done rocked abroad and slept on floors
Trying to figure what the fuck we slept on for

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

You know we made of outlaws 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
in your nature
Lyrics all up on you like they made of paper
You gotta follow where the take ya
Ya might fuck around and finally make it and that's but yo

Yo, you need to straight masta ya high
Son, you missing out on 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
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,

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

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

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

the shit put an end to him
Or a pen to him
And him in the studio with a mic
'Cause on the real it might his life
And keep him

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