Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

One for the impalas, two for the gold ds, 3 for the switches, finger
for the police, nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die, four
up, two for the westside. x2 (chorus)

I used dribble the rock, the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne that porsche out,
I had the illest jump 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 back up the
with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiends fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf
yeah the shits was that hot, having locs on like 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 they brims was a lil
nigga in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu fucker I wanted to be
him.

(chorus)

fuck it I gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
i had steal on and hammer pants, fucked 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
have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I wanna run outside, but
imma get my ass whopped again if I run outside, I was on punishment til
my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light skin with
wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to me and she was like i dont
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 think of LL in the
back of my head, when im alone in the cant remember what he said but
i know Uncle Luke bitch give me some head go

(chorus)

shit im grown now, pops in jail im on my own now, got my first and my
brick phone now, 2 door sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas
bang like they used to, and I cant like I used to, niggas dont move
fast when 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
crime pay, red rag in my pocket 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 hold my mutha fucking shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

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