Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

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

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

Yeah, king park was the
And the g that was my destination
(we were) up to niggaz 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 that's 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 have to
(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. with my homie tray
Deee tryin' to see if we put this lbc thing
Back 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 from the start
See I was regulating when was the daily's

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

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