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 the first time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the fresh fest in '85
the dubs 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 fuck I'm about
After party on the at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a gun
everybody in the house's from two-one...

Tray
street, burst street, where it all started
And you east side, long beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming than the real mccoy
So step with your rap and we bring the
It's the of fly bitches, homiez on the switches
Dice in the back if ya get your riches
No allowed inside the crowd
Cause is the g thang, east side l.b.c. brang
In to some fun represent two-one
And bet nobody a mothafucking gun and a...

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

Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the east 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 you're on a nigga, go on and dip)
We got to eat, (freaks to meet)
And chronic we can on, (if I ever get a loc on)
Strolling through the one day
on a fat ass j. with my homie named tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put this lbc
together like it was supposed to see

Cause ya know I'm with ya to make 'em get the picture
And if I have to sit ya down I spit ya
Game 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 golf hat tilted to the (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 saints we ain't no joke
Come around from outta bounds and we for broke
Now breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)
And just for a second waking 'em up
(continue) up game on his tired ass feet
With a small to two-one street