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
a throwback 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
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

Yellow wrist watch, flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, why you playin' with me?
Ride with me, get 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 bitch jumpin' like

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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 seen a hundred on the before
Never twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than grade

The crib got, killer views and feet
You have to film MTV for a week
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
is low enough 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 twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got 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", haters no
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 up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip with soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' Hova
We can however, slay bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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, 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)