Luyện nghe bài hát Water

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

Na I'm sayin'?
is for my nigga
Dumb and

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

I met slacks back in ninety-one rappin'
We went to to get away from gun clappin'
It last, I be in class dreaming 'bout
Fifty-thousand up in the stands
out

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

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

I the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin'
But still I'm on a mission yo, I'm not
I got fam can't stop druggin', they 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 ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga

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

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

Or what we walkin' with the for
Weighted by the law
You it if you came up poor my nigga
the bus up north

You know we of everything outlaws are made of
I'm far from a
And I don't say I you
'Cause the way I feel is
you a poet son, you a born creator

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

Yo, you need to straight 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, I want ya all to understand I come South Philly
And when I walk the streets it's a pharmacy
They got all shit anybody can get
It go from H to X to cigarettes

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

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

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

Yo, you need to walk masta ya high
Son, you missing out on 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 what's ya by
I see these 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,