Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

Hear ye, ye, come one come all
It's the annual g, nigga, and all my doggs
Are invited, so go and it
Cause it's the first time in a time (right)
about the fresh fest back in '85
When the dubs and the san dieg's to hoo ride
On like it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year (eighty-two)
You know what the fuck I'm talking
After on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet bring a motherfucking gun
Cause in the house's from two-one...

deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, it all started
And you know east side, beach, the hardest
Niggaz realer than the real mccoy
So step with your rap and we the noise
It's the gang of fly bitches, on the switches
Dice in the if ya wanna get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the
Cause this is the g thang, east l.b.c. brang
In to some fun represent two-one
And bet nobody a mothafucking gun and a...

Yeah, park 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 side 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)
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 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)
through the park one day
Puffing on a fat ass j. my homie named tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put this lbc
together like it was supposed to see

Cause ya know I'm down with ya to make 'em get the
And if I to sit ya down then I spit ya
Game from the heart, I came the start
See I was regulating when was the daily's

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

And when we bang with the saints we ain't no joke
around from 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 game on his tired ass
With a small dedication to two-one