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)

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

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

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

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

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 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 Luan our groove on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'

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

The crib got, views and square feet
You to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mammy, I leave you
Right where you stand, nah, I wanna dance
(I'm good)

I just wanna see what's in your B pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist
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, that 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, nigga Jigga)
And if go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so
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 hoes over
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 with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm

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 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)