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 daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's gots
Stayed at me granny's while me was at work
And she couldn't watch my every move so shit I servin'
Around Frazier home, in the west side projects
over food stamps, and hittin' a lick was next see

I'm a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh T-shirt 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 learned the
Us lickin' blunts, leaves, rollin' reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the off in my bucket
But the around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me

They be me and my family too
Because the that I make be puttin' cable off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my lead the nooks and crannies
everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me
But go 'head on, that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely my swerve because I'm true to this shit
And if you comin' with dollars, you shit out of luck
Because the west side takin' no shorts on the dime
So it up

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

See, niggaz in the 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 that is old

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

I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a
'Cause the niggaz in the pointe changed, main
You might call us country, but we's southern
And I give a fuck, P-funk spot to spark another

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