Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga, Jigga

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

Come on the track duh duh
With a throwback 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
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance meant for Adidas and the
Or playin' on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

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

(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 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)

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

The crib got, killer and square feet
You have to MTV Cribs for a week
So, if you need 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 V pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist
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)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(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, 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 to the point I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, send your 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 with wet bedsheets, 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 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, nigga Jigga)

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