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 blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might sips of army with a chidd-ick

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 Izod bucket on I'm so old

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

Ride with me, get as me
It's how it's supposed to be, 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 the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got 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, that Jigga)

Hov' and so I breeze through, jeans is
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan 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, needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's first grade

The crib got, killer views and square
You have to film MTV Cribs for a
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
Waist is low enough to let your waist
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 on twenty inch rims
(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
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like do

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

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

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

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