Luyện nghe bài hát Water

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know the way the feels, I'm not judgin'
But I'm on a mission yo, I'm not buggin'
I got fam that can't 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 up with ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga

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
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 on floors
Trying to figure what the fuck we gettin' on for

Or what we walkin' the weapon for
by the gravity law
You know it if you came up poor my
Picture the bus up

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

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

Yo, you need to walk straight ya high
Son, you missing out on 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,

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

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

In between Islam and straight
Layin' everyday around the way and doin'
See 'em all shakin' heads and start shruggin'
If they don't got a man like mine they gotta
An yo, you be a true 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 real it might his life
And tellin' him

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

Yo, you need to walk straight ya high
Son, you missing out on passin' 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,