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 it's not touchin',
Draw you in close and make you wanna 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 back in like ninety-one rappin'
We went to Millersville to get from gun clappin'
It ain't last, I be in class dreaming
fans up in the stands
out

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

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

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
can't stick to one subject they can't eat
It's steady comin' at me out in the street
Like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it deep, nigga

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
C'mon over, over, the
over, over, the water
Yo,
Yo,

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

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

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

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

Yo, you to walk straight masta 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
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 it's a pharmacy
They got all shit anybody can get
It go H to X to Loosie cigarettes

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

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

Before the put an end to him
Or a pen to him
And lock him in the studio a mic
'Cause on the real it might save his
And keep him

Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya
Son, you out on what's passin' ya by
I done see these streets 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 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
over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,