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 and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army a chidd-ick

I'm so widdit, lampin' in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The Stan 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 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
up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' like

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

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

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

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

I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B
Waist is low enough to let waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a 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 inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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, nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta with 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, your 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

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 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)

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