Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

Hear ye, hear ye, come one all
the first annual g, nigga, and all my doggs
Are invited, so go and it
Cause it's the first time in a time (right)
Reminiscing about the fest back in '85
When the dubs and the san dieg's to hoo ride
On like it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in eighty-two (eighty-two)
You what the fuck I'm talking about
After party on the lake at the big homie's
And bet bring a motherfucking gun
Cause in the house's 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 mccoy
So with your rap and we bring the noise
It's the of fly bitches, homiez on the switches
Dice in the 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 bring a 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)

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

Tatatata.....

(tray):
If ya a strap, then ya have to trip
(so if on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got to eat, (freaks to meet)
And chronic we can smoke on, (if I 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
Back together 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 then I spit ya
Game from the heart, I came the start
See I was when crackers was the daily's

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

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