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

I'm just a 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 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, reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my
But the around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me

wanna be me and my family too
Because the money that I make be puttin' cable off in room
So follow the beans, my lead through the nooks 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 shit
And if you comin' with eight dollars, you out of luck
the west side 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, 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 quit, like that now, like that now, like this)
Diggin' the scene with a slouch
(And it stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)

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

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

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

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