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

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flops
Six top chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you playin' me?
Ride me, get high as me
It's how it's to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch like
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 brim on inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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)

Hov', and so I breeze jeans and see me through
She's respondin', top of C.
We in gettin' our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to
She never seen a on the wrist before
Never seen 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 have to MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you to, mami I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah I wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V
Waist is low enough to let your show
Top a rock 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 tilted 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 y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob dude
All day, Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly
You fuckin' up my high, don't me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with
She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
We can however, slay bed or sofa
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)
with 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)