Luyện nghe bài hát Water

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

Na what I'm
This is for my
and blind

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

I met back in like ninety-one rappin'
We went to Millersville to get from gun clappin'
It last, I be in class 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 that was off the
Lotta times at the people hardly came

I just, took it in stride as a part of the but inside
People 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 pleasure feels, I'm not
But I'm on a mission yo, I'm not buggin'
I got fam that can't druggin', they can't sleep
They can't stick to one subject they eat
people steady comin' at me out in the street
Like Riq yo what up ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga

Yo, you need to walk straight 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,

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

Or what we walkin' 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 outlaws 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 dawn on you later
in your nature
Lyrics all up on you walls like 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 walk straight ya high
Son, you missing out on passin' ya by
I done see these streets suck a lotta 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 I come from South Philly
And when I walk the streets it's a pharmacy
They got all type-a shit can get
It go from H to X to cigarettes

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

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

Yo, you need to walk masta ya high
Son, you missing out on what's ya by
I see these 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,

Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya
Son, you missing out on 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,