Luyện nghe bài hát Jiggy Comin

Phone rings

(arabic voice) you a collect call phone call
In a new york state facility
five five to accept, or hang up to decline

Verse

gangstas, how tha fuck y'all feel
We keepin it real, and on tight to your steel
Let them peel, one by one
And laugh the nig run
He shoulda been his gun, now he gone
'cause he got like an old bitch
In the wet shaft, now watch his man snitch
To tha police, but no worry me son
I ain't to get back it'd be my third felony
Pataki he want to see us, fry
In the electric chair, but my will never die
A true project nigga, I hesitate
To pull the blaow, peace to all niggaz
One love y'all stay
And fuck you, officer brown, peace to nigga case

Chorus: 4x

whoo
Jiggy comin, fuck tha y'all, 'cause I ain't runnin

Verse

All y'all police can my diiiiiiick
And mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of
I represent, for all my niggaz time
And those who got up and killed by the swine
Beo-tches, them porks,
Them them bad, 'cause they carry, glocks and badges
And I'm pimpin in my green acura
They pull me over, like I it from some nigga
But all my paperwork is
insured in my name, so y'all pigs can shit
Police be cockin me I'm some dime piece
A g from the street so I can never turn

Verse

There's crooked cops, that's why they get by tha minute
If you criminal and you ready to represent, kid
Blaow, how I like it, word is bond
My hair ain't blonde my ain't blue so now I'm dead boo
It's on this is war, all my brothers in the hood
I gots fam that's constant understand I they would
But it's all good, peace to my niggaz in jail
Bushy kam, killa kane, foo, and ale
Down low wrecka and be on storm
Keep your headz up, and it real 'cause you know I'm gonna
And for my niggaz doin six
I see yo ass next summer, up