Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, it happened
Was in West Savannah way before I started rappin'
My mamma had a at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's gots
Stayed at me granny's me mammy was at work
And she couldn't watch my every so shit I started servin'
Frazier home, down in the west side projects
Changin' over food stamps, and hittin' a lick was see

I'm a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a white T-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed east
So flyin', or floatin', a brougham is I'm sportin'
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin' in motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the
Us lickin' blunts, lickin' leaves, rollin' papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the off in my bucket
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they me

wanna be me and my family too
Because the money I make be puttin' cable off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and
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 to this shit
And if you comin' with eight dollars, you out of luck
Because the west side ain't 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 quit, it's like that and ah)
Diggin' the with a gangsta slouch
(Like that now, 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)
Diggin' the scene 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 teeth and gold
Been doin' it for years, so niggaz ain't gone change
comin' around 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 table dance so now your spent
You listen to that booty shake music in your
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 in the pointe ain't changed, main
You might call us country, but only southern
And I don't give a fuck, P-funk to spark another

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