Luyện nghe bài hát Water

South Philly, Side, Oakland, Texas, Georgia
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 wanna to it
And if you ill at makin' music
The listna gonna feel he living through it
That's how my do it

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

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

I just, took it in stride as a of the game but inside
down with me started to change
It was a thangs, little syrup, little pills
Instead of riding out on the 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 druggin', they can't sleep
They can't stick to one subject can't eat
It's people steady comin' at me out in the
Like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep,

Yo, you need to walk straight 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,

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

Or what we walkin' 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 are made of
I'm far a hata
And I don't say I you
the way I feel is greater
M-illa you a poet son, you a born

And probably dawn on you later
It's in your
Lyrics all up on you walls they made of paper
You gotta follow the talent take ya
Ya might fuck around and finally it and that's real but yo

Yo, you need to walk straight ya high
Son, you out on what's 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, I want ya all to understand I come from Philly
And when I walk the streets like a pharmacy
They got all shit anybody can get
It go from H to X to Loosie

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

In Islam and straight thuggin'
Layin' around the way and doin' nothin'
See 'em all shakin' their heads and start
If they don't got a man like 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 with a mic
'Cause on the real it might save his
And keep him

Yo, you need to walk masta 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
over, over, the water
Yo,
Yo,

Yo, you need to straight 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
over, over, the water
Yo,
Yo,