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 dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne bought porsche out,
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 old with
all the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im up the block
with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiends fighting over crack rock, the size of golf balls
yeah the was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in that coke white before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these niggas 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, up right? thats when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow while I was blowing in tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream truck noise, I wanna run outside, but
imma get my ass again if I run outside, swear I was on punishment 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 like i
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, when im alone in the room cant remember he said but
i know Uncle Luke bitch give me 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 chrome now, to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I cant like I used to, niggas dont move
fast enough they 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 the trunk tryin jack me for my shit
gotta me to the pump, punk, im on my gangsta shit, nigga with an
attitude my mutha fucking gangsta shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

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