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

Come on the duh duh da-da
With a throwback and a fitted
Might a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take 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 made bow
The Azar on I'm so old school

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci 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 it's supposed to be, you rollin with G's, Hov'
up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
with 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, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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 on the wrist before
Never seen on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's first grade

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

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

"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, like do
Now I'm to the point I could 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 somethin' with
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)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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)

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