Luyện nghe bài hát Water

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

I met back in like ninety-one rappin'
We to Millersville to get away from gun clappin'
It ain't last, I be in class dreaming
Fifty-thousand fans up in the
out

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

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

I know the way the pleasure feels, I'm not
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 people steady at me out in the street
Like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it deep, nigga

Yo, you need to walk masta ya high
Son, you missing out on what's 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 been through many meals a couple of deals
clothes and wheels, killed mics and reels
We done rocked shows abroad and on floors
Trying to figure the fuck we gettin' slept on for

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

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

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

Yo, you need to walk masta 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,

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

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

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

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

Yo, you need to walk 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,

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