Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga My Nigga

Roc-a-fella, ryders. swizz beats, it's almost over ya'll, jigga uh, uh, uh, uh, lights out niggas!!! (women singing)

Jay-z: (jigga) what's my mother fucking
(jigga) and who I'm rolling huh?
(my niggas)
Niggas get it right, bitches better get it right
(jigga) what's my mother name?
(jigga) and who I'm with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh better get it right, bitches better get it right

1:

Sold the crack I was down in ac
Back on the block jay-z mother from the, the, the roc
solo on that ass but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place I serve them thangs
Be my niggas was struggling, to the 'burbs they
And then we got to hustling, thangs
I dipped in my stash, on a chain
Now I'm titianic, iceberg's the
players on injured reserve, hurt the game
The best way to me in the word, insane
I dick down all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since slick rick's chain
The god, send you back to the earth which you came
I'm baking soda, waterfire, merged 'cane
Ladies don't know me "i heard he's vain"
Well guess mommies? I heard the same,
You heard the

(jigga) what's my mother name?
(jigga) and who I'm with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
(jigga) my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who I'm rolling huh?
(my niggas)
Niggas get it right, bitches better get it right

2:

Got a to kill so I stay the gat
Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders, scared a that
Got a new motto this year, fuck with my ones
Knock on your door, three in the morning, "it's us and our guns!"
See I scrambled with priests, hustle with
Got the mind capacity of a young butch
Niggas get fly, let 'em defy
Four-five lift your chest cavity
Streets let me chill
Always been a clumsy nigga, let me spill
Mother fuckers wet me still,
I remain y'all raw, the one, five divided by four
Shit, this just the hate that's provided by ya'll
and multiplied by more
You likely to see jigga in a wide or
Drop-top is all, holla at me ya'll

(jigga) what's my mother name?
(jigga) and who I'm rolling huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it who?
(jigga) what's my fucking name?
(jigga) and who I'm rolling with
(my niggas) niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

3:

I don't give a fuck if I sold one or one million, but I think you
Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the
The all black, in the gloves, the ain't good
niggas act like wolves, how come? they could
Cause we drop hits, we drop bombs that smash
Till the is lit up, the arm looks like glass
The necklace chipped up, the it flash
Could up your eyes like the bombest hash
See the reason why chicks let me palm ass
All I gotta do is let 'em call me de'glass
Let me sit up in they whip till I it back
Snap they neck, then shoot 'em till they aren't back
The cat, trust me when I palm this gat
Kill your mind, and soul, push your conscience back
back, and flex drop a bomb to that
And everybody to the track, come on

(jigga) what's my fucking name?
(jigga) and who I'm with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
(jigga) my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who I'm rolling with
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
(jigga) my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who I'm rolling with
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
(jigga) what's my mother name?
(jigga) and who I'm rolling with
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas get it right, bitches better get it right