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 sellin' that sack, now he's responsibilities
at me granny's while me mammy was at work
And she couldn't watch my every so shit I started servin'
Around Frazier home, in the west side projects
Changin' food stamps, and hittin' a lick was next see

I'm a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white T-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed
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 the capers
Us lickin' blunts, lickin' leaves, reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, love me

They be me and my family too
Because the money that I make be puttin' cable off in room
So the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies
It's everyday life off in my hood so and holla at me
But go 'head on, that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to shit
And if you comin' with 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, in my crotch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's that and ah)
Diggin' the with a gangsta slouch
(Like now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, one in my
(And it don't quit, like that now, like now, like this)
the scene with a gangsta slouch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like and ah)

See, niggaz in the south wear teeth 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' furry kangol's, so shit is old

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

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

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