Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

Hear ye, hear ye, one come 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)
Reminiscing about the fresh back in '85
When the and the san dieg's used 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 I'm talking about
After on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody a motherfucking gun
everybody in the house's from two-one...

Tray
street, burst street, where it all started
And you know side, long beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than the real
So step your rap and we bring the noise
It's the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the
Dice in the back if ya wanna get your
No snitches inside the crowd
Cause is the g thang, east side l.b.c. brang
In to have fun represent 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 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 that's it)
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the east perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now worth 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 this lbc
Back 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 from the heart, I from the start
See I was regulating crackers was the daily's

Nigga let me interact with my black sacks*
And a golf hat tilted 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 then we ain't 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 second we're 'em up
(continue) up game on his tired ass feet
With a small dedication to street