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 and a fitted
blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of with a chidd-ick

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

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

Ride me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, you rollin' with G's
Back up in this bitch whoa
Jigga get whole bitch 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, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got 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)

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

She never seen a hundred on the wrist
Never seen on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than grade

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

I just wanna see in your Frankie B pants
Waist is low to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can cruise the city, doin' a

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all got 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", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the 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, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip with soda

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, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(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, that Jigga)

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