Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, 1975 it
Was born in West Savannah way I started rappin'
My mamma had a nigga at the age of
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now gots responsibilities
at me granny's while me mammy was at work
And she watch my every move so shit I started servin'
Around Frazier home, down in the side projects
Changin' over food stamps, and hittin' a lick was see

I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply
I got a white T-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed east
So flyin', or floatin', a is what I'm sportin'
is in my tape deck, I'm movin' in slow motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets where I learned the capers
Us blunts, lickin' leaves, rollin' 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 cable off in every 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 swerve because I'm true to this
And if you comin' with eight dollars, you out of luck
Because the west ain't takin' no shorts on the dime
So it up

Now now now in my hand, ounce in my crotch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, like that and ah)
the scene 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, that now, like this)
Diggin' the 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 gold and gold chains
Been doin' it for years, so these ain't gone change
They comin' around the ghetto so you might call em
Been wearin' kangol's, so that shit is old

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

I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a
'Cause the niggaz in the pointe ain't changed,
You call 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 stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
Diggin' the scene a gangsta slouch
(Like now, like 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 with a gangsta slouch
(And it don't quit, it's that ah, it's like that ah, like this)
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