Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

Hear ye, ye, come one come all
It's the first g, nigga, and all my doggs
Are invited, so go and it
Cause it's the time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing the fresh fest 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 eighty-two (eighty-two)
You know what the fuck I'm about
After party on the lake at the big homie's
And bet nobody bring a gun
Cause in the house's from two-one...

deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all
And you know side, long beach, the hardest
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 wanna get your
No snitches inside the crowd
Cause is the g thang, east side l.b.c. brang
In to have some fun two-one
And bet nobody a mothafucking gun and a...

Yeah, king was the location
And the g that was my destination
(we were) lookin up to niggaz coming up 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 worth it)
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the side's perfect)
can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it)

Tatatata.....

(tray):
If ya bring a strap, then ya 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
Puffing on a fat ass j. my homie named tray
tryin' 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 then I spit ya
Game from the heart, I came from the
See I was when crackers was the daily's

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

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