Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, it happened
Was born in Savannah way before I started rappin'
My mamma had a at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin' sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's while me was at work
And she couldn't watch my every move so shit I servin'
Around Frazier home, in the west side projects
Changin' over food stamps, and hittin' a 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 is what I'm sportin'
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, rollin' papers
I'm slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, love me

They wanna be me and my 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, that 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 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, like this, and it don't quit, and it stop)
Nine in my hand, one in my
(And it don't quit, like that now, like 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 wear gold teeth and gold
Been it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change
They comin' the ghetto so you might call em soul
Been wearin' furry kangol's, so that is old

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

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