Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That N****

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(Roc-A-Fella y'all)
the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
R O, R O C, niggaz, R O
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
R O C, niggaz, R O,
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
R O C,
(Jay-Z)

on the track duh, duh, da, da
With a throwback jersey and a
Might a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of with a chidd-ick

I'm so sick widdit, lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The Smith Adidas and the Campers
Or guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
The Izod bucket on I'm so old

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flops
Six top chicks, who is this hot?
J A, ladies me say it now
Y Z, mammy, why you playin' me?

with me, get high as me
It's how supposed to be, when you rollin' with G's
Back up in this bitch whoa
Jigga get this bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

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

Hov' and so I breeze through, is Evisu
She's respondin', top of C.
We in Luan gettin' our on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'

She never seen a hundred on the wrist
seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than grade

The crib got, killer and square feet
You have to film MTV for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mammy, I will you
Right you stand, nah, I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)

I just wanna see what's in Frankie B pants
Waist is low enough to let your show
Top a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, a buck-sixty

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, that Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I Bob Marley dude
All day, like do

Now I'm stuck to the I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, bother me dude
But Red Rover, your hoes 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, nigga I'm

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

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