Luyện nghe bài hát Jiggy Comin

Phone rings

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

one:

Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck feel
We keepin it real, and on tight to your steel
Let them peel, one by one
And while the nig run
He been packin his gun, now he gone
'cause he got 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 it'd be my felony
Pataki he want to see us, fry
In the chair, but my spirit will never die
A project nigga, I won't hesitate
To the blaow, peace to all busy niggaz
One love y'all stay
And fuck you, officer brown, to that nigga case

Chorus: 4x

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

two:

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

Verse

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