Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That Nigga

the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Hov', R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.,
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Hov', R.O.C. niggaz
(Jay-Z)

Come on the track duh duh
With a jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
The bucket on I'm so old school

Yellow watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, ladies me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you playin' me?
Ride with me, get as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's,
Back up in this like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch like six-fo's

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

Hov', and so I through jeans and see me through
She's respondin', top of C.
We in gettin' our groove on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She never a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first

The crib got, killer and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a
So, sleep if you need to, I will leave you
Right you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V
Waist is low to let your waist show
Top a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin' a

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

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta 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 up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, your hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with
We can play however, slay bed or
And the prognosis, sex is
her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

(Hov')
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 love for me I got love for
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

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