Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga, Jigga

the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Hov', R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.,
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
It's Hov', R.O.C.
(Jay-Z)

Come on the track duh duh
With a throwback jersey and a
Might blow a bag of in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance meant for Adidas and the
Or guts on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The bucket on I'm so old school

Yellow wrist watch, flip flops
Six top chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you playin' me?
with me, get high as me
It's how supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this like whoa
Jigga get this bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

Hov', and so I through jeans and see me through
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan gettin' our on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She never seen a hundred on the before
Never twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first

The crib got, killer and square feet
You have to film MTV for a week
So, sleep if you to, mami I will leave you
Right you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V
Waist is low to let your waist show
Top a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, a buck-sixty

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
All day, Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't me dude
But Red Rover, send your over
She can do whatever, sip with soda
She can whatever, sip somethin' with Hova
We can play however, slay bed or
And the prognosis, sex is
her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

R., R.O.C
R.O.C.
(Roc-A-Fella y'all)