Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

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

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

wanna be me and my family too
Because the money that I make be puttin' cable off in room
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the and crannies
It's everyday off in my hood so come and holla at me
But go 'head on, with foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my because I'm true to this shit
And if you comin' with dollars, you shit out of luck
Because the west ain't takin' no shorts on the dime
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 scene with a gangsta
(Like now, like 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 these ain't gone change
They comin' around the ghetto so you might em soul
Been wearin' furry kangol's, so shit is old

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

I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a
'Cause the in the pointe ain't changed, main
You might us country, but we's only 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 don't stop, and it 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)
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 that ah, it's like ah, like this)
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