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

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

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

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

I know the way the feels, I'm not judgin'
But still I'm on a mission yo, I'm not
I got fam that stop druggin', they can't sleep
They can't stick to one subject they eat
It's people steady at me out in the street
Like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep,

Yo, you to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you missing out on passin' 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 meals a of deals
Shared clothes and wheels, mics and reels
We done rocked shows abroad and slept on
Trying to figure what the fuck we slept on for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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