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 dribble the rock, down the block in 94, the courts out when
killer bought that porsche out,
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im back up the
fucking with the homies trying em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot 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 white benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny niggas kept the stickers under brims there was a lil
nigga in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a fucker I wanted to be like
him.

(chorus)

fuck it I aint gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it
i had steal toes on and pants, fucked up right? thats when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow 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 making noise, I run outside, but
imma get my ass again if I run outside, swear I was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light skin
wavvy hair, I asked her did she 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 think of LL in the
back of my head, when im alone in the room cant what he said but
i know Luke bitch 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, to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they to, and I cant dunk like I used to, niggas dont move
fast enough when 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
crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the
bounce sideways, four amps 15s beatng the trunk 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 these back man, back to the number 4 jordans
niggas dem shits was sway, remember mutha fuckers, yeah the number 4
jordans man, when them got old, we couldnt afford no new ones so we
to mutha fucking payless and got that black shoe polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to keep them shiny mutha fu turned
leather.