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 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 gonna feel like he living through it
That's how my do it

I met slacks back in ninety-one rappin'
We went to Millersville to get away 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 get busy
We walked dogs was off the chain
Lotta times at the people hardly came

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

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

Yo, you need to walk 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,

We been through many meals a couple of deals
Shared clothes and wheels, killed 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
by the gravity law
You know it if you came up poor my
the bus up north

You we made of everything outlaws are made of
I'm far a hata
And I say I love you
'Cause the way I feel is
M-illa you a poet son, you a creator

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

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

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

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

In between Islam and thuggin'
Layin' everyday around the way and nothin'
See 'em all shakin' heads and start shruggin'
If don't 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 save his
And tellin' him

Yo, you need to walk straight 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,

Yo, you need to straight 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,