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 it's the first in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the fresh back in '85
When the dubs and the san used to hoo ride
On motherfuckers it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in eighty-two (eighty-two)
You what the fuck I'm talking about
After party on the lake at the big homie's
And bet nobody a motherfucking gun
Cause everybody in the from two-one...

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

Yeah, king park was the
And the bigga g that was my
(we were) up to niggaz coming up before me
And l.b.c. my east side homies..... (it's like)

can see you, but you (yeah, the east 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 worth 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 through the one day
Puffing on a fat ass j. with my homie named
Deee to see if we could put this lbc thing
Back together like it was 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 the heart, I came from the start
See I was regulating crackers was the daily's

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

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