Luyện nghe bài hát Jiggy Comin

Phone rings

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

one:

Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck feel
We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your
Let caps peel, one by one
And laugh the nig run
He shoulda packin his gun, now he gone
he got slippin like 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 back be my third felony
Pataki he to see us, criminals fry
In the electric chair, but my spirit will die
A true nigga, I won't hesitate
To pull the blaow, peace to all niggaz
One y'all stay safe
And fuck you, officer brown, peace to that nigga

Chorus: 4x

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

Verse

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

Verse

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