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 that porsche out,
I had the illest 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 take the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im back up the
fucking with the homies trying em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiends fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf
yeah the shits was that hot, black locs on like MC ren, deebo came
through the in that 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 compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a fucker I wanted to be like
him.

(chorus)

it I aint gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
i had steal toes on and hammer pants, fucked up thats when my pops had
to wait, he had to while I was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I wanna run outside, but
imma get my ass whopped again if I run outside, swear I was on til
like my tenth year, this new girl moved on the block light skin with
wavvy hair, I asked her did she to hump me and she was like i dont
care so I her training bra off thats when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her so i was like yeah trying to think of LL lines 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 head go

(chorus)

shit im grown now, in jail im on my own now, got my first kilo and my
brick phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas
bang like they to, and I cant dunk like I used to, niggas dont move
fast enough 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, tell em
crime pay, red rag in my doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass
bounce sideways, four amps 15s beatng the tryin jack me for my shit
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, im on my gangsta shit, nigga an
attitude my mutha fucking gangsta shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

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