Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

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

I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply
I got a fresh white T-shirt and my cap is pointed east
So flyin', or floatin', a brougham is I'm sportin'
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin' in slow boi
So meet me deep in the that's where I learned the capers
Us blunts, lickin' leaves, rollin' reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the off in my bucket
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they me

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

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

See, niggaz in the south wear gold teeth and chains
Been doin' it for years, so these niggaz gone change
They comin' around the ghetto so you call em soul
Been wearin' furry kangol's, so shit is old

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

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

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