Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, it happened
Was born in West Savannah way before I rappin'
My mamma had a at the age of fifteen
My daddy was that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me while me mammy was at work
And she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started
Around home, down in the west side projects
over food 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 is what I'm sportin'
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin' in motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets that's where I the capers
Us lickin' blunts, leaves, rollin' reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my
But the niggaz the Ave. and the hoes, they love me

wanna be me and my family too
Because the money that I make be puttin' off in every room
So follow the beans, my lead through the nooks and crannies
It's everyday life off in my hood so come and at me
But go on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve I'm true to this shit
And if you comin' eight dollars, you shit out of luck
Because the west side ain't takin' no shorts on the
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 like and ah)
Diggin' the with a gangsta slouch
(Like that now, like this, and it 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)
the scene with 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
Been doin' it for years, so niggaz ain't gone change
They comin' around the so you might call em soul
Been wearin' furry kangol's, so that is old

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

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

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