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, nigga Jigga)
It's Hov', R.O.C.
(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 sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or guts on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar on I'm so old school

wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this
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'
up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

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

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

The crib got, views and square feet
You have to MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, I will leave you
Right you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants
Waist is low enough to let your 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, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if got love 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, that Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, send your over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with
She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
We can play however, slay bed or
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if got love 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, that Jigga)

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