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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just wanna see what's in your B pants
Waist is low enough to let your 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, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty 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)

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

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

She can whatever, sip somethin' with 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, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(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)

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