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

deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all
And you know east side, 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 wanna get riches
No allowed inside the crowd
this is the g thang, east side l.b.c. brang
In to some fun represent two-one
And bet bring a mothafucking gun and a...

Yeah, king 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 side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now worth it)
can see you, but you (hell yeah, the east side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now worth 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 we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)
Strolling the park one day
Puffing on a fat ass j. my homie named tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put lbc thing
Back together 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 from the start
See I was regulating crackers was the daily's

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

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