Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, 1975 it
Was born in West Savannah way before I started
My mamma had a nigga at the age of
My was sellin' that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's me mammy 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 food stamps, and a lick was next see

I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was creased
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 tape deck, I'm in slow motion boi
So me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers
Us lickin' blunts, lickin' leaves, rollin' papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the off in my bucket
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they me

wanna be me and my family too
Because the money I make be puttin' cable off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and
It's everyday life off in my so come and holla at me
But go 'head on, with that bitch
Let me get lovely my swerve because I'm true to this shit
And if you comin' with eight dollars, you shit out of
Because the west side ain't 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 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, like that now, like that now, this)
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, like that and ah)

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

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

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 don't give a fuck, spot to spark another

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