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

Come on the duh, duh, da, da
With a throwback jersey and a
Might blow a bag of 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 playin' on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
The Izod bucket on I'm so old

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

Ride with me, get as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin' G's
Back up in bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch 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, that 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)

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

She seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
I am, killin' 'em out there, they first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than grade

The crib got, killer and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a
So, sleep if you to, mammy, I will leave you
where you stand, nah, I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)

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

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim 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, that Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

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

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

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

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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)