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

on the track duh, duh, da, da
With a throwback and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army with a

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

Yellow wrist watch, flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is hot?
J A, help 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, when you with G's
up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole jumpin' like six-fo's

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 love for me I got 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)

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 never seen a hundred on the before
seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, 'em out there, they 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 don't dance
(I'm good)

I just wanna see what's in Frankie B pants
Waist is low to let your waist show
Top like a 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, nigga 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)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta with it 'cause the flow's so tight
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like do

Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, send hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda

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

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

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