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

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flops
Six top model chicks, who is hot?
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you with me?
Ride with me, get as me
It's how supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch like
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, that 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)

Hov', and so I through jeans 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
seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's first grade

The crib got, killer views and feet
You have to film MTV for a week
So, if you need to, mami I will leave you
where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in Frankie V pants
Waist is low to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can cruise the city, doin' a

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

"He did it again", haters no
But they gotta fuck with it 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 hardly
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, your hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' Hova
We can play however, bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her with wet bedsheets, 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, 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)

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