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

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

Yellow watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this
J-A, ladies me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you with me?
Ride with me, get as me
It's how it's to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch like
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' six-fo's

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
with the tilted brim on twenty inch 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)

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

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

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim the tilted brim on twenty inch 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)

"He did it again", haters no
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly
You up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, send hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with
We can play however, bed or sofa
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, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

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