Luyện nghe bài hát Jiggy Comin

Phone rings

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

one:

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 shoulda been 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 electric chair, but my spirit never die
A true project nigga, I won't
To pull the blaow, to all busy niggaz
One y'all stay safe
And fuck you, officer brown, peace to that nigga

repeat 4x

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

Verse

All y'all can suck my diiiiiiick
And mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of
I represent, for all my niggaz doing
And those who got beat up and by the swine
Beo-tches, them porks,
Them think them bad, 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 pigs can
be cockin 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 criminal and you ready to represent, kid
Blaow, that's how I like it, word is
My hair ain't blonde my eyes blue so now I'm dead boo
It's on like this is war, all my brothers in the
I gots fam that's constant I wish they would
But it's all good, peace to my locked in jail
Bushy kam, kane, fogey foo, and ale
low wrecka and junior be on storm
Keep your headz up, and keep it 'cause you know I'm gonna
And for my niggaz six months
I see yo ass next summer, up