Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga, Jigga

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

Come on the track duh duh
With a jersey and a fitted
blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
The Azar on I'm so old school

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

(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 got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

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

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

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(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 dude
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with
She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
We can play however, slay bed or
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

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

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