Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

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

deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all
And you east side, long beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than the mccoy
So step with your rap and we bring the
the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches
Dice in the back if ya wanna get your
No snitches inside the crowd
Cause this is the g thang, east side l.b.c.
In to have some fun represent
And bet bring a mothafucking gun and a...

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

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

Tatatata.....

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

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

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

And when we bang with the then we ain't no joke
Come around from outta and we goes for broke
Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), em up (yeah)
And just for a second we're 'em up
(continue) giving up game on his tired ass
With a small dedication to street