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 in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne 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 jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im up the block
fucking with the trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
spot fiends fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, came
through the hood in that white benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny kept the stickers under they 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, it worse
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 duck gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I wanna run outside, but
get my ass whopped again if I run outside, swear I was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the light skin with
wavvy hair, I her did she want to hump me and she was like i dont
care so I her training bra off thats when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so i was yeah trying to think of LL lines in the
of my head, when im alone in the room cant 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 first and my
brick phone now, 2 cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, yeah homie shit changed, dont
bang like they to, and I cant dunk 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 watching Friday, 21 no felon, em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the
bounce sideways, four 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 my mutha fucking gangsta shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

hey lo, im gonna 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 no new ones so we
went to 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.