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

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

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

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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 Luan gettin' our 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, 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got 6's than first grade

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

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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 they gotta with it 'cause the flow's so tight
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
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 with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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)