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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The got, killer views and square feet
You have to 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 B pants
is low enough to let your waist show
Top a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin' a

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, that Jigga)
And if go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

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

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

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

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 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, nigga Jigga)

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