Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

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

I'm just a playa like that, my was sharply creased
I got a white 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 me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers
Us lickin' blunts, lickin' leaves, reefer papers
I'm slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
But the around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me

They be me and my family too
Because the money that I make be cable off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and
It's everyday life off in my hood so come and 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 eight dollars, you out of luck
Because the west 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)
the scene with a gangsta 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, like that now, that now, like this)
Diggin' the with a gangsta slouch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's that and ah)

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

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

I'm to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang
the niggaz in the pointe ain't changed, main
You call us country, but we's only southern
And I don't a fuck, P-funk 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 like and ah)
Diggin' the scene with a slouch
(Like that now, like this, and it 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 a gangsta slouch
(And it don't quit, it's like that ah, like that ah, like this)
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