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

Yellow watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is hot?
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you playin' me?
Ride with me, get as me
It's how it's to be, when you rollin with 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, 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 on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
I am, killin' 'em out there, they first aid
'Cause the boy got 6's than first grade

The crib got, killer views and feet
You have to MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mami I leave you
Right where you stand, nah I wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your V pants
Waist is low enough to let your show
Top a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin' a

(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 for me I got love for y'all
(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", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the so tight
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the point I hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, bother me dude
But Red Rover, send hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
We can play however, slay bed or
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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, nigga Jigga)

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