Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

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

I dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
wayne bought that porsche out,
I had the jump 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, fit so im back up the block
with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiends over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
yeah the shits was that hot, black locs on like MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in that coke benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny niggas kept the stickers under they there 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 gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it
i had steal toes on and hammer pants, up right? thats when my pops had
to wait, he had to while I was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the duck gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I 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 want to hump me and she was i dont
care so I took her bra off thats when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so i was like yeah trying to of LL lines in the
back of my head, im alone in the room cant remember what he said but
i Uncle Luke bitch give me some head here go

(chorus)

shit im grown now, pops in 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 home now, yeah homie changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I cant dunk like I used to, niggas move
fast enough when hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is played out like
Fubu, I got a TV in the dash Friday, 21 no felon, tell em niggas
pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass
bounce sideways, four amps 15s beatng the trunk tryin me for my shit
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, them mutha fuckers, yeah the number 4
jordans man, when them shits got old, we couldnt no new ones so we
went to mutha fucking payless and got that black polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to keep shiny black mutha fu turned
leather.