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, 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 fresh kicks the nigga
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, dimes the of golf balls
yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in that coke white before 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 wanted to be
him.

(chorus)

fuck it I aint lie homie, I used 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 while I was in nintendo tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream truck noise, I wanna run outside, but
imma get my ass whopped if I run outside, swear I was on punishment til
like my grade year, this new girl moved on the block light skin with
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 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 room remember what he said but
i Uncle Luke bitch give me some head here go

(chorus)

shit im grown now, pops in jail im on my own now, got my kilo and my
brick phone now, 2 door sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I cant dunk 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 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 15s beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my shit
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, im on my gangsta shit, nigga an
attitude hold my mutha 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 afford no new 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 black mutha fu turned
leather.