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 jersey and a fitted
Might 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 playin' on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
The Izod on I'm so old school

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip
Six top model chicks, who is this
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
up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

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

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 seen 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, views and square feet
You have to film MTV for a week
So, sleep if you to, mammy, I will leave you
where you stand, nah, I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)

I wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants
Waist is low enough to let your show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can cruise the city, a buck-sixty

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if got love 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)

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

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

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

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on inch rims
(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)

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