Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga, Jigga

the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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
With a jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The meant for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

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

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

The crib got, killer and square feet
You to film MTV Cribs 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 see what's in your Frankie V pants
Waist is low enough to let your show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can cruise the city, a buck-sixty

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
with the tilted brim 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 go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", haters no
But gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
dude, I puff Bob Marley 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 whatever, sip somethin' with Hova
We can play however, bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her with wet bedsheets, 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 love for
(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)