Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Along

One for the impalas, two for the ds, 3 for the switches, middle finger
for the police, nigga with an attitude, I not let it die, four 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, Patrick Ewings on I kept the kicks take the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so im back up the
fucking with the homies trying teach em how to box, in front of the
crack spot fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
yeah the was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in that coke white benz before 106 and and 24inch rims,
before these corny niggas 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 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
for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream 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 grade year, this new girl moved on the block light with
wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to me and she was like i dont
care so I took her training bra off when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her so i was like yeah trying to think of LL lines in the
back of my head, when im alone in the room cant what he said but
i know Uncle bitch give me some head here go

(chorus)

im grown now, pops in jail im on my own now, got my first kilo and my
brick now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, yeah shit changed, niggas dont
like they used to, and I cant dunk like I used 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 dash watching Friday, 21 no felon, em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 so the cutlass
bounce sideways, four amps 15s beatng the tryin jack me for my shit
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, im on my gangsta shit, nigga an
attitude hold my fucking gangsta shit.

(chorus)

(The talking)

hey lo, im gonna take these back man, back to the number 4 jordans
niggas dem shits was sway, them 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 that black shoe polish, we put so
shoe polish on mufuckas trying to keep them shiny black mutha fu turned
leather.