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

I met slacks back in like rappin'
We went to Millersville to get away gun clappin'
It last, I be in class dreaming 'bout
fans up in the stands
out

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

I just, it in stride as a part of the game but inside
People with me started to change
It was a couple thangs, little syrup, pills
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 can't stop druggin', they can't sleep
can't stick to one subject they can't eat
It's steady comin' at me out in the street
Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga

Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya
Son, you out on what's passin' 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,

We done been through many meals a couple of
Shared clothes and wheels, killed and reels
We done rocked shows and slept on floors
to figure what the fuck we gettin' slept on for

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

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 poet son, you a born

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

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
C'mon over, over, the
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,

Yo, I want ya all to I come from 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 and keep comin', dumbin'
Just the dope like it's a woman
Ya burning both sides of the rope and pullin', tuggin'

In between Islam and thuggin'
Layin' everyday around the way and nothin'
See 'em all shakin' their heads and start
If they don't got a man mine they gotta cousin
An yo, you better be a friend 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 straight masta ya
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
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,

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