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

Come on the duh duh da-da
With a jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The meant for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar on I'm so old school

Yellow watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this
J-A, ladies me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you playin' me?
with me, get high as me
It's how supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch whoa
Jigga get this bitch 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 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)

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

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

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the 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 me dude
But Red Rover, send hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' 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, nigga 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, that Jigga)

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