Luyện nghe bài hát Jiggy Comin

Phone twice*

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

Verse

Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck feel
We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your
Let them peel, one by one
And laugh 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 back it'd be my third
Pataki he 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 safe
And fuck you, officer brown, peace to nigga case

repeat 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, them porks,
Them them bad, 'cause they carry, glocks and badges
And I'm pimpin in my green acura
They me over, like I stole it from some nigga
But all my paperwork is
Registered insured in my name, so pigs can shit
Police be me like I'm some dime piece
A g from the street so I can never turn

Verse

There's crooked cops, why they get shot by tha minute
If you were criminal and you 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 is war, all my brothers in the hood
I gots fam that's constant understand I wish 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 it real 'cause you know I'm gonna
And for my niggaz six months
I see yo ass summer, word up