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 it's not touchin',
Draw you in close and you wanna listen to it
And if you real ill at music
The listna gonna feel like he through it
That's how my do it

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

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

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

I know the way the pleasure feels, I'm not
But still I'm on a mission yo, I'm not
I got fam that can't stop druggin', they 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 masta 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
C'mon over, over, the
over, over, the water
Yo,
Yo,

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

Or what we with the weapon for
by the gravity law
You know it if you came up my nigga
the bus up north

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

And this'll probably dawn on you
It's in your
all up on you walls like they made of paper
You gotta follow where the talent ya
Ya might fuck and finally 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 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 I come from South Philly
And when I walk the it's like a pharmacy
They got all type-a shit can get
It go H to X to Loosie cigarettes

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

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

the shit 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 straight masta ya high
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
over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,

Yo, you need to walk straight 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
over, over, the water
over, over, the water
Yo,
Yo,