Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, it happened
Was born in West Savannah way before I rappin'
My mamma had a nigga at the age of
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now gots responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at
And she couldn't watch my every move so I started servin'
Frazier home, down in the west 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 slightly pointed
So flyin', or floatin', a brougham is what I'm
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, leaves, rollin' reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, 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, my lead through the nooks and crannies
It's everyday off in my hood so come and holla at me
But go 'head on, with that foolishness
Let me get with my swerve 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 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 don't quit, like that now, like that now, this)
Diggin' the scene with a slouch
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, like that and ah)

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

You might 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 shake music in trunk
As long as that tic tic followed by that bump

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

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