Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

One for the impalas, two for the ds, 3 for the switches, middle finger
for the police, nigga an attitude, I will not let it die, four 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 jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the nigga
out the if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im back up the block
fucking 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 shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo
through the hood in that coke white benz 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 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 while I was blowing in tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the duck gun outside, in my window watching 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, swear I was on til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light with
wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was like i
care so I took her training bra off 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, im alone in the room cant remember what he said but
i know Uncle Luke 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 cutlass on dat chrome now, headed to that
jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas dont
bang like they used to, and I cant dunk like I used to, niggas move
fast enough when they hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is out like
Fubu, I got a TV in the watching Friday, 21 no felon, tell em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass
sideways, four amps 15s beatng 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 niggas back man, back to the number 4 jordans
niggas dem shits was sway, remember mutha fuckers, yeah the number 4
jordans man, them shits got old, we couldnt afford no new ones so we
went to mutha fucking payless and got that black polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to keep them black mutha fu turned
leather.