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 the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne bought porsche out,
I had the illest 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 fit, they fit so im back up the block
fucking with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in of the
crack spot fiends fighting over crack rock, 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,
these corny niggas kept the stickers under they brims there was a lil
nigga in compton 5ft 10 he was as a muthu fucker I wanted 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 while I was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the 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 if I run outside, swear I was on punishment 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
care so I took her training bra off thats when she got scared, she me
to be her boyfriend so i was like yeah trying to of LL lines in the
back of my head, when im in the room cant remember what he said but
i Uncle Luke bitch give me some head here go

(chorus)

im grown 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(?) home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I cant dunk like I used to, niggas move
enough 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 pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the
bounce sideways, amps 15s beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my shit
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, im on my gangsta shit, nigga an
attitude hold my mutha gangsta shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

hey lo, im gonna take these niggas man, back to the number 4 jordans
niggas dem shits was sway, remember 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 mufuckas trying to keep them shiny black mutha fu turned
leather.