Luyện nghe bài hát Jiggy Comin

Phone twice*

(arabic voice) you have a collect call phone
In a new york state 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 steel
Let them peel, one by one
And laugh the nig run
He shoulda been packin his gun, now he
he got slippin like an old bitch
In the wet shaft, now watch his man snitch
To tha police, but no worry 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 spirit will die
A true nigga, I won't hesitate
To pull the blaow, to all busy niggaz
One love y'all safe
And fuck you, officer brown, peace to that nigga

repeat 4x

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

two:

All y'all police can suck my
And mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of
I represent, for all my doing time
And those who got beat up and by the swine
Beo-tches, porks, beotch
Them think them bad, 'cause they carry, and badges
And when I'm pimpin in my acura
pull 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 I'm some dime piece
A g from the so I can never turn beast

Verse

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