Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That Nigga

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

on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback and a fitted
Might blow a bag of in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The stance meant for Adidas and the
Or playin' on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar on I'm so old school

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip
Six top model chicks, who is hot?
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you with me?
with me, get high as me
It's how supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch 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, 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, that Jigga)

Hov', and so I breeze through jeans and see me
She's respondin', top of C.
We in gettin' our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to
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
the boy got more 6's than first grade

The crib got, killer views and feet
You to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mami I leave you
where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants
is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a 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 twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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, that Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could move
You up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, your hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' Hova
We can play however, slay bed or
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her with wet bedsheets, I'm focused

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if got love 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)

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