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
a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The stance meant for Adidas and the
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

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

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

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

The crib got, views and square feet
You have to film MTV for a week
So, if you need to, mami I will leave you
where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just see what's in your Frankie V pants
is low enough 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 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, that Jigga)

"He did it again", haters no
But gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob dude
All day, Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly
You fuckin' up my high, don't me dude
But Red Rover, your hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with
She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
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, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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)