Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

One for the impalas, two for the gold ds, 3 for the switches, finger
for the police, nigga an attitude, I will not let it die, four fingers
up, two for the westside. x2 (chorus)

I used dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out
killer wayne bought porsche out,
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the nigga
out the if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im back up the block
fucking with the trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiends fighting over crack rock, the size of golf balls
yeah the shits was hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in that coke white benz before 106 and and 24inch rims,
before corny niggas kept the stickers under they brims there was a lil
in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu fucker I wanted to be like
him.

(chorus)

fuck it I aint gonna lie homie, I to do the hammer dance, make it worse
i had steal toes on and hammer pants, fucked up right? when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow while I was blowing in tapes, got my ass
for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I run outside, but
imma get my ass whopped if I run outside, swear I was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light skin
wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to me and she was like i dont
care so I took her training bra off thats she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so i was like yeah trying to of LL lines in the
back of my head, when im in the room cant remember what he said but
i know Uncle Luke bitch give me some head go

(chorus)

shit im grown now, pops in jail im on my own now, got my kilo and my
brick phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I cant like I used to, niggas dont move
enough when they hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is played out like
Fubu, I got a TV in the dash watching Friday, 21 no felon, em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the
bounce sideways, four 15s beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my shit
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, im on my shit, nigga with an
hold my mutha fucking gangsta shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

hey lo, im gonna take niggas back man, back to the number 4 jordans
niggas dem shits was sway, remember them mutha fuckers, yeah the 4
jordans man, when them shits got old, we afford no new ones so we
went to mutha fucking payless and got black shoe polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to them shiny black mutha fu turned
leather.