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
a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army 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 Azar bucket on I'm so old

Yellow wrist watch, flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is hot?
J-A, ladies me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you with me?
with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch like
Jigga get whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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, that Jigga)
And if go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

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

The crib got, killer views and feet
You have to MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you to, mami I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah I wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V
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, nigga Jigga)
with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(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, that Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the so tight
Gnarly dude, I Bob Marley dude
All day, Rastafari's 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 somethin' with
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with
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, that Jigga)
with the tilted brim on twenty 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 y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

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