Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, it happened
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 me mammy was at work
And she couldn't watch my move so shit I started servin'
Around Frazier home, down in the west projects
Changin' over stamps, and hittin' a lick was next see

I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was creased
I got a fresh white and my cap is slightly pointed east
So flyin', or floatin', a brougham is what I'm
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin' in slow boi
So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the
Us lickin' blunts, lickin' leaves, reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my
But the around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me

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

You might slang a or two just to pay the rent
Five dollars for a table dance so now your spent
You listen to that booty shake music in your
As as there's 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 give a fuck, P-funk to spark another

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