Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

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

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

Yeah, king was the location
And the bigga g was my destination
(we were) lookin up to niggaz 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 that's 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 have to
(so if on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got to eat, (freaks to meet)
And we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)
through the park one day
Puffing on a fat ass j. with my homie named
tryin' to see if we could put this lbc thing
Back like it was supposed to see

Cause ya know I'm down with ya to 'em get the picture
And if I to sit ya down then I spit ya
Game from the heart, I came from the
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 school to get a of now and laters
While I'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the

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