Luyện nghe bài hát Jiggy Comin

Phone twice*

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

Verse

Whattup gangstas, how tha y'all feel
We it real, and hold on tight to your steel
Let caps peel, one by one
And laugh the nig run
He shoulda packin his gun, now he gone
'cause he got slippin an old bitch
In the wet staircase shaft, now his man snitch
To tha police, but no worry me son
I ain't trying to get it'd be my third felony
he want to see us, criminals fry
In the electric chair, but my spirit never die
A true project nigga, I hesitate
To pull the blaow, to all busy niggaz
One love stay safe
And fuck you, brown, peace to that nigga case

repeat 4x

Whoo
Jiggy comin, fuck tha police y'all, 'cause I ain't

two:

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

Verse

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