Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

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

Tray
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all
And you east side, long beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than the real
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 side l.b.c.
In to have some fun two-one
And bet nobody 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. into my east 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 you're on a 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
Puffing on a fat ass j. my homie named tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put lbc thing
Back like it was supposed to see

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

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

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