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, nigga 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
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army with a

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 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?

with me, get high 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 bitch jumpin' like

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 got love for me I got love 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)

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

She seen a hundred on the wrist 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 than grade

The crib got, killer and square feet
You have to 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 just wanna see what's in Frankie B pants
Waist is low enough to let waist show
Top like a star, I got a fast car
We can the city, doin' a buck-sixty

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, that Jigga)

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

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

She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
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, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty 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, that Jigga)

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