Luyện nghe bài hát 21 Jump Street

Hear ye, hear ye, one come all
It's the first annual g, nigga, and all my
Are invited, so go and it
Cause it's the time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the fest back in '85
When the and the san dieg's used to hoo ride
On motherfuckers it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in eighty-two (eighty-two)
You know what the fuck I'm talking
party on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a gun
everybody in the house's from two-one...

Tray
street, burst street, where it all started
And you know east side, beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming than the real mccoy
So step your rap and we bring the noise
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, east l.b.c. brang
In to have some fun two-one
And bet bring a mothafucking gun and a...

Yeah, park was the location
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)

Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the east perfect)
can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth 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 to trip
(so if on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got to eat, (freaks to meet)
And chronic we can on, (if I ever 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 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 have to sit ya down then I ya
Game from the heart, I from the start
See I was when crackers was the daily's

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

And when we bang the saints then we ain't no joke
around from outta 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
With a small dedication to two-one