Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

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

I'm just a playa like that, my 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 tape deck, I'm movin' in motion boi
So meet me deep in the that's where I learned the capers
Us lickin' blunts, leaves, rollin' reefer papers
I'm slouched, in the seats 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 that I make be puttin' cable off in every
So follow the beans, follow my lead the nooks and crannies
It's everyday life off in my hood so and holla at me
But go 'head on, that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this
And if you comin' with eight dollars, you out of luck
Because the side ain't 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 quit, it's like that and ah)
Diggin' the scene with a slouch
(Like that now, like this, and it quit, and it don't stop)
in my hand, one in my crotch
(And it don't quit, like that now, like that now, this)
Diggin' the scene a gangsta slouch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like and ah)

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

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

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 a fuck, P-funk spot to spark another

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