Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, 1975 it
Was in West Savannah way before I started rappin'
My mamma had a nigga at the age of
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at
And she couldn't watch my every move so shit I servin'
Around Frazier home, down in the side projects
Changin' over food stamps, and hittin' a was next 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 what I'm
Sade is in my deck, I'm movin' in slow 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 around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me

They be me and my family too
the money that I make be puttin' cable off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my through the nooks and crannies
It's life off in my hood so come and holla at me
But go 'head on, with that bitch
Let me get lovely my swerve because I'm true to this shit
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 in my hand, ounce in my crotch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like and ah)
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta
(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 niggaz ain't gone change
They comin' around the ghetto so you might call em
Been furry kangol's, so that shit is old

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

I'm to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang
'Cause the in the pointe ain't changed, main
You call us country, but we's only southern
And I don't 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)
Diggin' the with a gangsta slouch
(Like that now, like this, and it don't stop, and it 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 gangsta
(And it don't quit, like that ah, it's like that ah, like this)
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