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, four
up, two for the westside. x2 (chorus)

I dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer bought that 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 the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im back up the
fucking with the homies trying teach em how to box, in front of the
crack spot fiends fighting over rock, dimes 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 benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny niggas 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 lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
i had steal toes on and hammer pants, fucked up right? thats when my had
to wait, he had to blow I was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my ass
for taking the duck 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 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 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 in the room cant remember what he said but
i Uncle Luke bitch give me some head here go

(chorus)

shit im grown now, in jail im on my own now, got my first kilo and my
brick phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I cant dunk like I to, niggas dont move
fast enough when they hear that hoo hoo and fades is played out like
Fubu, I got a TV in the dash watching Friday, 21 no felon, em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass
bounce sideways, amps 15s beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my shit
beat me to the pump, punk, im on my gangsta shit, nigga with an
attitude hold my fucking gangsta shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

hey lo, im take these 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
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.