Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

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

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

They be me and my family too
Because the money that I be puttin' cable off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my lead the nooks and crannies
It's everyday life off in my 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 side ain't takin' no shorts on the
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 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, that now, like that now, like this)
Diggin' the with a gangsta slouch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, like that and ah)

See, niggaz in the south wear teeth and gold chains
Been doin' it for years, so these niggaz ain't change
They comin' around the ghetto so you call em soul
wearin' furry kangol's, so that shit is old

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

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

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 with a gangsta
(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)
the scene with a gangsta slouch
(And it don't quit, it's that ah, it's like that ah, like this)
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