Luyện nghe bài hát Water

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

Na I'm sayin'?
This is for my
and blind

They say a record nothin' 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 slacks back in like 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 back to Philly
Nigga you rollin' me?
I'm get busy
We walked dogs was off the chain
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
Instead of out on the road you'd 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', can't sleep
They can't stick to one subject can't eat
It's people steady at me out in the street
Like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep,

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

We done been through meals a couple of deals
Shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and
We done rocked shows abroad and 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 up poor my nigga
the bus up north

You know we made of everything are made of
I'm far from a
And I say I love you
'Cause the way I is greater
M-illa you a son, you a born creator

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

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

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

In between Islam and straight
Layin' everyday around the way and nothin'
See 'em all their heads and start shruggin'
If they don't got a man mine they gotta cousin
An yo, you better be a friend to him

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

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

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