Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga, Jigga

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

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

wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this
J-A, ladies me say it now
Y-Z, why you playin' with me?
Ride me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch like
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 brim on twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if got love 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
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in gettin' our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to
She never seen a on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
I am, killin' 'em out there, they first aid
the boy got more 6's than first grade

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

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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, that Jigga)
And if go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
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 brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if got love 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, that Jigga)

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