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 throwback and a fitted
Might a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The meant for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

Yellow watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you playin' me?
with me, get high 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 jumpin' like six-fo's

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

Hov', and so I breeze through and see me through
She's respondin', top of C.
We in Luan gettin' our on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She never a hundred on the wrist 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 got, killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a
So, if you need to, mami I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your V 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

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

"He did it again", no like
But they fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, send hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with
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

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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.., R.O.C
R.O.C.
(Roc-A-Fella y'all)