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 not let it die, four fingers
up, two for the westside. x2 (chorus)

I used dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the out when
wayne bought that 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 muthfuckers fit, they fit so im up the block
fucking with the homies trying teach em how to box, in front of the
crack spot fiends fighting crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
the shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in coke white benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny kept the stickers under they brims there was a lil
in compton 5ft 10 he was dope 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 thats when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow I was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window 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, I was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block skin with
hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was like i dont
care so I took her training bra off when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so i was like trying 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 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I cant 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 dash watching Friday, 21 no felon, em niggas
pay, red rag in my pocket doing 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
hold my mutha fucking gangsta shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

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