Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

One for the impalas, two for the ds, 3 for the switches, middle finger
for the police, nigga with an attitude, I 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 on I kept the fresh kicks take the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im up the block
fucking with the homies trying em how to slap box, in front of the
spot fiends fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in that coke white benz 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny niggas kept the 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)

it I aint gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
i had steal toes on and hammer pants, fucked up right? thats my pops had
to wait, he had to blow while I was in nintendo tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice truck making noise, I wanna run outside, but
imma get my ass whopped if I run outside, swear I was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block skin with
wavvy hair, I her did she want to hump me and she was like i dont
care so I her training bra off thats when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so i was like yeah to think of LL lines in the
back of my head, when im alone in the room cant what he said but
i know Uncle Luke 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 cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I dunk like I used to, niggas dont move
fast enough when they hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is out like
Fubu, I got a TV in the watching Friday, 21 no felon, tell em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my pocket it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass
bounce sideways, amps 15s beatng the trunk tryin jack 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 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 couldnt afford no new so we
went to mutha fucking payless and got that black polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to keep them black mutha fu turned
leather.