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 duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a
Might blow a bag of in the sidd-ix
Or might take of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends 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 wrist watch, Gucci flip
Six top chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, why you playin' with me?
Ride with me, get as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you with G's, Hov'
up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got 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 Luan our groove on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She never seen a 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 crib got, views and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a
So, sleep if you need to, mami I will you
Right where you stand, nah I don't dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in Frankie V pants
Waist is low to let your 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, 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)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob dude
All day, Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
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
Left her wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

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

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