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, nigga 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 widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her bow shoes
The Azar 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, why you playin' with me?
with me, get high as me
It's how it's to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch whoa
Jigga get this whole jumpin' like six-fo's

(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 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)

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

The crib got, killer views and feet
You have to MTV Cribs for a week
So, if you need to, mami I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah I don't dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V
Waist is low to let your 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 twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
All day, Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly
You up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with
We can play however, slay bed or
And the prognosis, sex is
her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got 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)

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