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 if it's not touchin', grippin'
Draw you in close and make you listen to it
And if you ill at makin' music
The gonna feel like he living through it
That's how my do it

I met slacks back in like 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 dogs that was off the chain
Lotta times at the people hardly came

I just, took it in stride as a part of the but inside
People down me started to change
It was a thangs, little syrup, little pills
Instead of riding out on the road 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 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 with ya peeps, it gets deep,

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

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

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

You we made of everything outlaws are made of
I'm far a hata
And I say I love 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 nature
Lyrics all up on you walls like they made of
You follow where the talent take ya
Ya might fuck around and finally make it and that's but yo

Yo, you need to 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,

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

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

In between Islam and thuggin'
everyday around the way and doin' nothin'
See 'em all shakin' heads and start shruggin'
If they don't got a man like they gotta cousin
An yo, you better be a true to him

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

Yo, you to walk straight masta 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,

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