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

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

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

Yellow wrist watch, flip flops
Six top chicks, who is this 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 supposed to be, when you with G's
Back up in this like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' six-fo's

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
with the tilted brim 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 go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

and so I breeze through, jeans 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
Never seen on the 6 before
I am, 'em out there, they needin' first aid
the boy got more 6's than first grade

The crib got, views and square feet
You to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mammy, I will you
Right where you stand, nah, I 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 star, I got a fast car
We can the city, doin' a buck-sixty

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all got 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)

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

Now I'm stuck to the point I could move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda

She can leave whatever, sip somethin' Hova
We can however, slay 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 brim 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 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)