Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

One for the impalas, two for the gold ds, 3 for the switches, middle
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, shoot the courts out
killer wayne bought that out,
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the
out the jordans if the fit, they fit so im back up the block
fucking with the homies trying teach em how to box, in front of the
crack spot fiends fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of balls
yeah the was that hot, having black 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 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 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 hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids 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
like my tenth year, this new girl moved on the block light skin 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 to think of LL lines in the
back of my head, when im 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 sitting 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 to, niggas dont 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 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 back man, back to the number 4 jordans
niggas dem shits was sway, remember them mutha fuckers, yeah the 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 to keep them shiny black mutha fu turned
leather.