Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

One for the impalas, two for the gold ds, 3 for the switches, 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 jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old
all the honeys on me, Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, fit so im back up the block
fucking with the homies trying teach em how to box, in front 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, came
through the hood in that coke white benz before 106 and park and rims,
before these corny niggas the stickers under they brims there was a lil
nigga in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu fucker I to be like
him.

(chorus)

fuck it I gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
i had steal toes on and hammer pants, up right? thats when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow while I was blowing in tapes, got my ass
whopped for the duck hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream 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 grade year, this new girl moved on the block light skin
wavvy hair, I her did she want 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 of LL lines in the
of my head, when im alone in the room cant remember what he said but
i know Uncle Luke give me some head 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 now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I cant dunk like I used to, niggas dont
fast enough when 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 pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the
bounce sideways, four amps 15s beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, im on my gangsta shit, nigga 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 fuckers, yeah the number 4
jordans man, when them 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 trying to keep shiny black mutha fu turned
leather.