Luyện nghe bài hát Jiggy Comin

Phone twice*

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

Verse

Whattup gangstas, how tha y'all feel
We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your
Let caps peel, one by one
And laugh the nig run
He shoulda been his gun, now he gone
'cause he got slippin like an old
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 want to see us, fry
In the electric chair, but my spirit will die
A true project nigga, I won't
To pull the blaow, to all busy niggaz
One love y'all safe
And fuck you, officer brown, peace to that case

Chorus: 4x

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

Verse

All police can suck my diiiiiiick
And mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of
I represent, for all my niggaz time
And those who got beat up and by the swine
Beo-tches, porks, beotch
Them think them bad, 'cause they carry, glocks and
And when I'm in my green 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
Police be cockin me like I'm dime piece
A g from the street so I can never beast

Verse

There's crooked cops, that's why 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 blonde my eyes ain't 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 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 keep it real you know I'm gonna
And for my niggaz six months
I see yo ass next summer, up