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, 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, in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The Smith Adidas and the Campers
Or playin' guts on the cruise, Hermes bow
The Izod on I'm so old school

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

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

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

Hov' and so I breeze through, 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 twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first

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

I just wanna see in your Frankie B pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist
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, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if got love 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, nigga Jigga)

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

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

She can whatever, sip somethin' with Hova
We can play however, slay bed or
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, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got 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)

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