Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

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

I used dribble the rock, down the in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne bought porsche out,
I had the jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im up the block
fucking with the trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
spot fiends fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, came
through the hood in coke white benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
these corny niggas kept the stickers under they brims there was a lil
nigga in 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 pants, fucked up right? thats when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow while I was blowing in tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I run outside, but
get my ass whopped again if I run outside, swear I was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light with
wavvy hair, I asked her did she to hump me and she was like i dont
care so I took her training bra off thats when she got scared, she me
to be her boyfriend so i was like yeah trying to think of LL in the
back of my head, when im alone in the cant remember what he said but
i know Uncle Luke bitch give me some here go

(chorus)

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

(chorus)

(The talking)

hey lo, im gonna take these niggas back man, back to the 4 jordans
niggas dem shits was sway, remember them mutha fuckers, the number 4
jordans man, when them shits got old, we couldnt 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.