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, that Jigga)
It's Hov', R.O.C.
(Jay-Z)

Come on the track duh duh
a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of in the sidd-ix
Or might sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance meant for and the campus
Or guts on the cruise, her made bow shoes
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, mami why you with me?
Ride with me, get as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's,
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 the tilted 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, nigga Jigga)

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

The crib got, killer views and square
You to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you to, mami I will leave you
where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V
Waist is low to let your waist show
Top like a star, I got a fast 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 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 y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

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

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