Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga, Jigga

the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Hov', R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.,
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
It's Hov', R.O.C.
(Jay-Z)

on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback 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 for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her bow shoes
The bucket 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 playin' me?
Ride me, get high as me
how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole 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, that Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

Hov', and so I through jeans and see me through
She's respondin', top of C.
We in Luan gettin' our on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She seen a hundred on the wrist 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 film MTV Cribs for a
So, if you need to, mami I will leave you
Right you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just see what's in your Frankie V pants
Waist is low to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can the city, doin' a buck-sixty

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the 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 go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

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

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

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