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, the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne that porsche out,
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old
all the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the
out the jordans if the fit, they fit so im back up the block
fucking with the trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack fiends fighting over crack rock, dimes 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 these corny niggas kept the stickers 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 toes on and hammer pants, fucked up right? thats when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow I was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my ass
whopped for the duck hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I wanna 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 on the block light skin with
wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was like i
care so I took her bra off thats when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so i was yeah trying to think of LL lines in the
back of my head, when im alone in the room cant remember he said but
i know Uncle Luke give me some head here go

(chorus)

shit im grown now, pops in jail im on my own now, got my first and my
brick phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to
county jail, 2 tees(?) home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I cant dunk like I used to, niggas 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 pocket doing it my way, 2 so the cutlass
bounce sideways, four amps 15s beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, im on my shit, nigga with an
attitude hold my mutha gangsta shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

hey lo, im gonna take these niggas back man, to the number 4 jordans
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 shoe polish, we put so
shoe polish on them mufuckas to keep them shiny black mutha fu turned
leather.