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, 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 of army with a chidd-ick

I'm so sick widdit, lampin' in the Hamptons, the 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 chicks, who is this hot?
J A, help me say it now
Y Z, mammy, why you with me?

with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, you rollin' with G's
up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' like

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 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, nigga Jigga)

Hov' and so I breeze through, jeans is
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in gettin' 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 than first

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

I wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants
Waist is low enough to let 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 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)

"He did it again", Haters no
But they gotta fuck with it the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
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 your over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with

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