Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

One for the impalas, two for the gold ds, 3 for the switches, 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, 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 on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the nigga
out the jordans if the 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 fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
yeah the shits was that hot, having locs on like MC ren, deebo came
the hood in that coke 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 as a muthu fucker I wanted to be like
him.

(chorus)

it I aint gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
i had steal toes on and hammer pants, fucked up right? thats 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 have fun outside, ice 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 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 of LL lines in the
back of my head, when im alone in the room cant remember what he but
i know Uncle Luke bitch give me 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 sitting on dat now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas dont
like they used to, and I cant dunk like 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, em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my pocket it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass
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 hold my fucking 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
man, when them shits got old, we couldnt afford 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.