Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

Hear ye, hear ye, come one all
It's the first annual g, nigga, and all my
Are invited, so go and it
it's the first time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the 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 what the I'm talking about
After party on the at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a gun
everybody in the house's from two-one...

Tray
Twenty-first street, burst street, it all started
And you know side, long beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than the mccoy
So step with rap and we bring the noise
the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches
Dice in the back if ya get your riches
No snitches inside the crowd
Cause this is the g thang, side l.b.c. brang
In to have some fun represent
And bet nobody bring a gun and a...

Yeah, park was the location
And the g that was my destination
(we were) lookin up to niggaz 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 that's it)
can see you, but you (hell yeah, the east side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's 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 smoke on, (if I get a loc on)
Strolling the park one day
on a fat ass j. with my homie named tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put 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 then I ya
from the heart, I came from the start
See I was regulating when crackers was the

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

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 waking 'em up
(continue) up game on his tired ass feet
a small dedication to two-one street