Luyện nghe bài hát Water

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

Na what I'm
is for my nigga
Dumb and

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

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

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

I just, took it in as a part of the game but inside
People down with me started to
It was a couple thangs, syrup, little pills
of riding out on the road you'd 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 that stop druggin', they can't sleep
can't stick to one subject they can't eat
It's people steady at me out in the street
Like Riq yo what up ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga

Yo, you to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you out on what's 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
over, over, the water
Yo,
Yo,

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

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

You know we made of everything outlaws are 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 born

And probably dawn on you later
It's in nature
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 straight masta ya
Son, you out on what's 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, I want ya all to understand I come South Philly
And I walk the streets it's like a pharmacy
got all type-a shit anybody 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 sides of the rope and just pullin',

In between Islam and straight
Layin' around the way and doin' nothin'
See 'em all shakin' their 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 him in the studio with a mic
'Cause on the real it save his life
And tellin' him

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