Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga, Jigga

the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Hov', R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.,
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Hov', R.O.C. niggaz
(Jay-Z)

Come on the duh duh da-da
a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The stance meant for and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is hot?
J-A, help 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 with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch like
Jigga get this whole bitch like six-fo's

(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 love for me I got 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 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 twenty-two's on the 6
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than grade

The got, killer views and square 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 wanna see what's in your Frankie V
is low enough to let your waist 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, that 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 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, don't bother me
But Red Rover, send your over
She can do whatever, sip with soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with
We can play however, bed or sofa
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 inch rims
(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, nigga Jigga)

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