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
With a jersey and a fitted
blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might sips of army with 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 bow shoes
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

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 with G's, Hov'
Back up in this like whoa
get this whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

(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 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, that Jigga)

Hov', and so I breeze through and see me through
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to
She never seen a hundred on the wrist
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 and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a
So, if you need to, mami I will leave you
where 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 waist show
Top a rock 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 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, that Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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 up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your over
She can do whatever, sip with soda
She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
We can however, slay bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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)