Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, 1975 it
Was born in Savannah way before I started rappin'
My had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's gots
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at
And she couldn't watch my every so shit I started servin'
Around home, down in the west side projects
Changin' over stamps, and hittin' a lick was next see

I'm a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white 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 that's where I learned the capers
Us lickin' blunts, leaves, rollin' reefer papers
I'm slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they me

wanna be me and my family too
Because the that I make be puttin' cable off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my through the nooks and crannies
It's everyday life off in my hood so and holla at me
But go 'head on, with that bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm to this shit
And if you comin' with eight dollars, you shit out of
Because the west side ain't 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 scene with a gangsta
(Like that now, like this, and it quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, one in my
(And it don't quit, like that now, that now, like this)
Diggin' the scene 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 it for years, so these 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 slang a rock or two just to pay the rent
Five dollars for a dance so now your money's spent
You listen to that booty music in your trunk
As long as there's that tic tic followed by that

I'm down to a hoe if she got a G-strang
'Cause the niggaz in the pointe 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 don't stop, and it don't quit, it's that and ah)
Diggin' the with a gangsta slouch
(Like that now, like this, and it don't stop, and it quit)
in my hand, one in my crotch
(Like that now, that now, like this, and it don't stop)
Diggin' the with a gangsta slouch
(And it don't quit, it's like that ah, like that ah, like this)
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