Luyện nghe bài hát West Savannah

February 1st, it happened
Was born in West Savannah way I started rappin'
My mamma had a 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 watch my every move so shit I started servin'
Around Frazier home, down in the west projects
Changin' over food stamps, and hittin' a was next see

I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was creased
I got a fresh T-shirt and my cap is slightly 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 that's where I learned the
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, love me

wanna be me and my family too
Because the money that I make be puttin' off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my lead the nooks and crannies
everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me
But go 'head on, with foolishness 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 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 like and ah)
Diggin' the scene with a slouch
(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, like that now, this)
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, like that and ah)

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

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

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

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