Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, it happened
Was born in West Savannah way before I started
My mamma had a nigga at the age of
My daddy was sellin' sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at
And she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started
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 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'
is in my tape deck, I'm movin' in slow motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets that's where I the capers
Us lickin' blunts, lickin' leaves, reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the 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 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 hood so come and at me
But go 'head on, with that foolishness
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this
And if you with eight 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, in my crotch
(And it don't stop, and it quit, it's like that and ah)
Diggin' the with a gangsta slouch
(Like that now, like this, and it quit, and it don't stop)
in my hand, one in my crotch
(And it quit, like that now, like that now, like this)
Diggin' the with a gangsta slouch
(And it stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)

See, niggaz in the wear gold 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
Been wearin' furry kangol's, so shit is old

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

I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a
'Cause the niggaz in the ain't changed, main
You call 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, in my crotch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like and ah)
the scene with a gangsta slouch
(Like now, like this, and it don't stop, and it don't quit)
Nine in my hand, one in my
(Like now, like that now, like 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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