Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That N****

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(Roc-A-Fella y'all)
the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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 blow a bag of in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army a chidd-ick

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

wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is hot?
J A, help me say it now
Y Z, mammy, why you with me?

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

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 got love 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, that Jigga)

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

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

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

I just wanna see in your Frankie B pants
Waist is low enough to let your show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can cruise the city, doin' a

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 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, that Jigga)

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

Now I'm stuck to the point I could move
You fuckin' up my high, bother me dude
But Red Rover, send hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with

She can leave whatever, sip somethin' Hova
We can play however, slay bed or
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

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 got love 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, that Jigga)

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