Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

Hear ye, hear ye, come one all
It's the first g, nigga, and all my doggs
Are invited, so go and it
Cause it's the first time in a time (right)
Reminiscing the fresh fest back in '85
When the and the san dieg's used to hoo ride
On motherfuckers like it was the to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year (eighty-two)
You know what the I'm talking about
party on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a gun
Cause in the house's from two-one...

Tray
Twenty-first street, burst street, it all started
And you know east side, beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than the mccoy
So step with your rap and we bring the
It's the gang of fly bitches, on the switches
Dice in the back if ya wanna get riches
No snitches inside the crowd
Cause this is the g thang, east side l.b.c.
In to have fun represent two-one
And bet nobody bring a gun and a...

Yeah, king park was the
And the g that was my destination
(we were) up to niggaz coming up before me
And l.b.c. into my side homies..... (it's like)

Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now worth it)
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the east perfect)
can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it)

Tatatata.....

(tray):
If ya bring a strap, ya have to trip
(so if on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got to eat, (freaks to meet)
And we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)
through the park one day
Puffing on a fat ass j. my homie named tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put lbc thing
together like it was supposed to see

Cause ya know I'm down with ya to make 'em get the
And if I have to sit ya down then I ya
Game from the heart, I came the start
See I was regulating crackers was the daily's

Nigga let me interact my black croaker sacks*
And a golf hat tilted to the back (what's up? )
Ditchin' school to get a pack of now and laters
While I'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the

And when we bang with the saints then we no joke
Come around from outta bounds and we for broke
Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), em up (yeah)
And just for a second waking 'em up
(continue) giving up on his tired ass feet
a small dedication to two-one street