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 long (right)
about the fresh fest back in '85
When the dubs and the san dieg's to hoo ride
On motherfuckers it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year (eighty-two)
You know what the fuck I'm about
After party on the lake at the big house
And bet nobody a motherfucking gun
Cause everybody in the from two-one...

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

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

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

Tatatata.....

(tray):
If ya bring a strap, then ya to trip
(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 through the one day
Puffing on a fat ass j. with my homie tray
Deee to see if we could put this lbc thing
Back together like it was to see

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

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

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