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 block in 94, the courts out when
killer wayne that porsche out,
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks the nigga
out the if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im back up the block
fucking with the homies trying teach em how to box, in front of the
crack spot fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo
through the hood in that coke white before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny niggas kept the stickers under they 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 used to do the hammer dance, make it
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 the duck 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 her did she want to hump me and she was like i dont
so I took her training bra off thats when 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, when im alone in the room cant what he said but
i know Luke bitch 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(?) coming home now, yeah homie shit changed, dont
bang like used 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 15s beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my shit
gotta me to the pump, punk, im on my gangsta shit, nigga with an
attitude my mutha 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 fuckers, yeah the number 4
man, when them shits got old, we couldnt afford no new ones so we
went to mutha fucking payless and got that shoe polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them trying to keep them shiny black mutha fu turned
leather.