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, nigga 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
blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might sips of army with a chidd-ick

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

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip
Six top model chicks, who is hot?
J A, ladies me say it now
Y Z, mammy, why you playin' me?

Ride me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you with G's
Back up in this bitch like
Jigga get this bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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 through, jeans is Evisu
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in gettin' our groove on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'

She never seen a hundred on the before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
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 for a week
So, sleep if you to, mammy, I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah, I don't wanna
(I'm good)

I just wanna see what's in your B pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist
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 brim on twenty rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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 they gotta with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
All day, like do

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

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

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 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)

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