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, that Jigga)
R O C, niggaz, R O,
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
R O C,
(Jay-Z)

Come on the duh, duh, da, da
a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might sips of army with a chidd-ick

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

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

Ride with me, get as me
It's how it's to be, when you rollin' with G's
Back up in bitch like whoa
get this whole 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, 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, that Jigga)

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

She seen a hundred on the wrist before
seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they first aid
the boy got more 6's than first grade

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

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

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(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, nigga Jigga)

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

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

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

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

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