Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, it happened
Was born in West Savannah way before I started
My mamma had a at the age of fifteen
My daddy was that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's me mammy was at work
And she watch my every move so shit I started servin'
Around Frazier home, down in the side projects
Changin' over stamps, and hittin' a lick was next see

I'm just a 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 what I'm
is in my tape 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' reefer
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 room
So the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies
It's everyday life off in my hood so and holla at me
But go on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my because I'm true to this shit
And if you comin' eight 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 like and ah)
Diggin' the scene with a slouch
(Like now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, one in my
(And it don't quit, like now, like that now, like this)
Diggin' the scene a gangsta slouch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's that and ah)

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

You might slang a rock or two to pay the rent
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 a hoe if she got a G-strang
'Cause the niggaz in the pointe changed, main
You might call us country, but we's southern
And I don't give a fuck, P-funk spot to another

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