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

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

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip
Six top model chicks, who is hot?
J-A, ladies me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you with me?
with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's,
Back up in this bitch like
Jigga get whole bitch 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, 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 breeze jeans and see me through
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in gettin' our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to
She seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than grade

The crib got, killer views and feet
You to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mami I will you
Right where you stand, nah I 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 the city, doin' a buck-sixty

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

"He did it again", haters no
But they gotta with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob dude
All day, Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, bother me dude
But Red Rover, send hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' 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 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, that Jigga)

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