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

Come on the duh duh da-da
a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of 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 stance meant for and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
The bucket on I'm so old school

Yellow wrist watch, flip flops
Six top chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, why you playin' with 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
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' like

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

Hov', and so I breeze through and see me through
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in gettin' our groove on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She seen a hundred on the wrist before
seen twenty-two's 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 feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a
So, sleep if you need to, mami I leave you
where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see in your Frankie V pants
Waist is low enough to let 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, 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)

"He did it again", haters no
But they gotta with it 'cause the flow's so tight
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, send your hoes
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 with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm

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

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