Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, 1975 it
Was born in West way before I started rappin'
My mamma had a nigga at the age of
My daddy was that 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 home, down in the west 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 fresh white T-shirt and my cap is pointed east
So flyin', or floatin', a brougham is I'm sportin'
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm in slow motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets that's I learned 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 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 through the nooks and
It's everyday life off in my hood so 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 side ain't takin' no shorts on the dime
So it up

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

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

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

I'm down to 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 a fuck, P-funk spot to spark another

Now now now in my hand, ounce in my crotch
(And it stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
Diggin' the scene with a slouch
(Like that now, like this, and it stop, and it don't quit)
Nine in my hand, one in my
(Like that now, like now, like this, and it don't stop)
Diggin' the scene with a slouch
(And it don't quit, it's that ah, it's like that ah, like this)
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