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 the first time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing the fresh fest back in '85
When the 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 the fuck I'm talking about
After on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody a motherfucking gun
Cause everybody in the from two-one...

deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, it all started
And you know side, long beach, the hardest
coming realer 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 your
No allowed inside the crowd
Cause this is the g thang, side l.b.c. brang
In to some fun represent two-one
And bet bring a mothafucking gun and a...

Yeah, king park was the
And the bigga g was my destination
(we were) lookin up to coming up before me
And l.b.c. my east side 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)
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
Deee to see if we could put this lbc thing
Back together 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 when crackers was the daily's

Nigga let me interact with my black croaker
And a golf 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 with the saints then we no joke
Come 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 on his tired ass feet
With a small dedication to street