Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That Nigga

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

Come on the track duh duh
With a throwback and a fitted
Might a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might 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 guts on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The bucket on I'm so old school

wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is 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, you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in bitch like whoa
Jigga get whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

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

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

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

(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 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, nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", haters no
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm to the point I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, send your over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
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, that Jigga)
Slim the tilted brim 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, nigga Jigga)

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