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

Come on the duh, duh, da, da
With a jersey and a fitted
Might a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army with a

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

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

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

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 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)

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 never a hundred on the wrist before
Never 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 feet
You to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mammy, I will you
Right where you stand, nah, I wanna dance
(I'm good)

I just wanna see in your Frankie B pants
is low enough 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, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(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", Haters no
But gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
All day, like do

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

She can leave whatever, sip somethin' Hova
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 on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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)

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