Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

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

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

(chorus)

fuck it I aint 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 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 noise, I wanna run outside, but
imma get my ass whopped again if I run outside, swear I was on til
like my tenth grade year, 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 took her training bra off thats she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so i was like yeah trying to think of LL in the
back of my head, im alone in the room cant remember what he said but
i know Uncle Luke bitch me some head here 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, 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 when they hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is played out like
Fubu, I got a TV in the watching Friday, 21 no felon, tell em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass
bounce sideways, four 15s beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my shit
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, im on my gangsta shit, with an
attitude hold my mutha fucking shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

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