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

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

I'm so widdit, lampin' in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The Stan Smith 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 model chicks, who is 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 like whoa
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 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 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 a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first

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

I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B
Waist is low enough to let waist show
Top a rock 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 tilted brim on twenty inch
(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, nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But gotta fuck with 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 hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip with soda

She can whatever, sip somethin' with Hova
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, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for
(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)