Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

One for the impalas, two for the gold ds, 3 for the switches, middle
for the police, nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die, 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 that 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 kicks take the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im up the block
fucking the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiends fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of balls
yeah the shits was hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in that coke white benz 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before 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 aint gonna lie homie, I to do the hammer dance, make it worse
i had steal toes on and hammer pants, fucked up right? thats when my 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 truck noise, I wanna run outside, but
imma get my ass whopped again if I run outside, I was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl on the block light skin with
wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was like i
care so I took her training bra off thats she got scared, she wanted me
to be her so i was like yeah trying to think of LL lines in the
back of my head, when im alone in the cant remember what he said but
i know Uncle Luke bitch give me some head go

(chorus)

shit im grown now, in jail im on my own now, got my first kilo and my
phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, yeah shit changed, niggas dont
bang like used to, and I cant dunk like I used to, niggas dont move
fast enough when they hear 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 amps 15s beatng the tryin jack me for my shit
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, im on my gangsta shit, with an
attitude my mutha fucking gangsta shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

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