Luyện nghe bài hát Jiggy Comin

Phone twice*

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

Verse

Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck feel
We keepin it real, and on tight to your steel
Let caps peel, one by one
And while the nig run
He been packin his gun, now he gone
he got slippin like an old bitch
In the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man
To tha police, but them no 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 will never die
A project nigga, I won't hesitate
To pull the blaow, peace to all busy
One love y'all stay
And fuck you, officer brown, peace to nigga case

Chorus: 4x

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

two:

All y'all can suck my diiiiiiick
And gulliani, that cracker boy full of shit
I represent, for all my niggaz doing
And who got beat up and killed by the swine
Beo-tches, porks, beotch
think them bad, 'cause they carry, glocks and badges
And when I'm pimpin in my acura
pull me over, like I stole it from some nigga
But all my paperwork is
Registered insured in my name, so y'all can shit
be cockin me like 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 shot by tha
If you criminal and you ready to represent, kid
Blaow, that's how I it, word is bond
My hair ain't blonde my eyes ain't so now I'm dead boo
It's on like this is war, all my in the hood
I gots fam that's understand I wish they would
But it's all good, peace to my niggaz in jail
Bushy kam, kane, fogey foo, and ale
Down low and junior be on storm
your headz up, and keep it real 'cause you know I'm gonna
And for my niggaz doin six
I see yo ass summer, word up