Luyện nghe bài hát Water

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

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

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

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

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

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

I the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin'
But still I'm on a yo, I'm not buggin'
I got fam can't stop 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 up with ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga

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,

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

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

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

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

Yo, you need to walk straight 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,

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

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

In between Islam and straight
Layin' everyday around the way and nothin'
See 'em all shakin' heads and start shruggin'
If they don't got a man 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 lock him in the studio a mic
on the real it might save his life
And tellin' him

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

Yo, you need to walk masta 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,