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

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

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

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

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

Yo, you to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you missing out on passin' ya by
I done see streets suck 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,

We been through many meals a couple of deals
Shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and
We done rocked shows abroad and on floors
Trying to figure what the we gettin' slept 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 we made of everything outlaws are made of
I'm far from a
And I say I love you
the way I feel is greater
M-illa you a son, you a born creator

And probably dawn on you later
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 finally make it and real but yo

Yo, you need to walk masta 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
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 Loosie

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

In between Islam and straight
Layin' everyday the way and doin' nothin'
See 'em all their heads and start shruggin'
If they don't got a man like 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 lock him in the with a mic
'Cause on the real it might save his
And keep 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
C'mon over, over, the
over, over, the water
Yo,
Yo,

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