Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, 1975 it
Was born in West Savannah way before I started
My had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My was sellin' that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's while me was at work
And she couldn't watch my every so shit I started servin'
Frazier home, down in the west side projects
Changin' over stamps, and hittin' a lick was next see

I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply
I got a fresh white and my cap is slightly pointed east
So flyin', or floatin', a brougham is I'm sportin'
Sade is in my deck, I'm movin' in slow motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets that's where I the capers
Us lickin' blunts, lickin' leaves, rollin' papers
I'm slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they me

They be me and my family too
Because the money that I make be puttin' cable off in every
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and
It's everyday life off in my hood so and holla at me
But go 'head on, with that foolishness
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to shit
And if you comin' with dollars, you shit out of luck
Because the west side ain't no shorts on the dime
So it up

Now now now in my hand, ounce in my crotch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, like that and ah)
Diggin' the scene with a slouch
(Like that now, this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, one in my
(And it don't quit, that now, like that now, like this)
Diggin' the scene with a slouch
(And it stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)

See, in the south wear gold teeth and gold chains
Been doin' it for years, so these niggaz ain't change
comin' around the ghetto so you might call em soul
Been wearin' furry kangol's, so shit is old

You might slang a rock or two just to pay the
Five for a table dance so now your money's spent
You listen to that booty shake in your trunk
As long as there's tic tic followed by that bump

I'm down to a hoe if she got a G-strang
'Cause the in the pointe ain't changed, main
You might call us country, but we's only
And I don't give a fuck, P-funk spot to spark

Now now now nine in my hand, in my crotch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's that and ah)
Diggin' the scene a gangsta slouch
(Like that now, this, and it don't stop, and it don't quit)
Nine in my hand, one in my
(Like that now, that now, like this, and it don't stop)
the scene with a gangsta slouch
(And it quit, it's like that ah, it's like that ah, like this)
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