Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, it happened
Was born in West Savannah way I started rappin'
My had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now gots responsibilities
at me granny's while me mammy was at work
And she couldn't watch my every move so I started servin'
Frazier home, down in the west 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 white T-shirt and my cap is pointed east
So flyin', or floatin', a brougham is I'm sportin'
is in my tape deck, I'm movin' in slow motion boi
So meet me deep in the that's where I learned the capers
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 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 through the and crannies
It's everyday life off in my so come and holla at me
But go 'head on, with foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm to this shit
And if you comin' with 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 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, that now, like this)
Diggin' the scene a gangsta slouch
(And it stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)

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

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

I'm to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang
'Cause the niggaz in the ain't changed, main
You might us country, but we's only southern
And I don't give a fuck, spot to spark 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)
Diggin' the scene a gangsta slouch
(Like that now, this, and it don't stop, and it don't quit)
in my hand, one in my crotch
(Like now, like that now, like this, and it don't stop)
Diggin' the scene a gangsta slouch
(And it don't quit, it's that ah, it's like that ah, like this)
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