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

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

Yellow watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, ladies me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you playin' me?
Ride me, get high as me
how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this like whoa
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, 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 jeans and see me
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan gettin' our on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to
She seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
I am, 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first

The crib got, killer views and feet
You have to film MTV for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mami I leave 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 to let your waist show
Top like a star, I got a fast car
We can the city, doin' a buck-sixty

(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, that Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

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

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got 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)