Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

Hear ye, hear ye, one come all
the first annual 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 dubs and the san dieg's to hoo ride
On motherfuckers it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year (eighty-two)
You what the fuck I'm talking about
After party on the lake at the big homie's
And bet nobody a motherfucking gun
Cause everybody in the house's two-one...

Tray
Twenty-first street, burst street, it all started
And you know east side, long beach, the
Niggaz coming realer the real mccoy
So with your rap and we bring the noise
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 this is the g thang, east side l.b.c.
In to some fun represent two-one
And bet nobody a mothafucking gun and a...

Yeah, king was the location
And the bigga g was my destination
(we were) lookin up to niggaz coming up me
And l.b.c. my east side homies..... (it's like)

Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the side's perfect)
can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's 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 on a mission 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 the park one day
on a fat ass j. with my homie named tray
Deee to see if we could put this lbc thing
Back together like it was to see

Cause ya know I'm down ya to make 'em get the picture
And if I have to sit ya down I spit ya
from the heart, I came from the start
See I was regulating crackers was the daily's

Nigga let me interact with my croaker sacks*
And a gray golf hat tilted to the (what's up? )
Ditchin' sunday school to get a pack of now and
I'm rolling 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 goes for
Now we're 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)
And for a second we're waking 'em up
(continue) giving up game on his ass feet
With a small to two-one street