Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That Nigga

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

Come on the track duh duh
With a jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The meant for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
The Azar 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, why you playin' with me?
with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's,
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 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)

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
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first

The crib got, killer views and square
You have to MTV Cribs for a week
So, if you need to, mami I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah I wanna dance
(I'm good)
I wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants
Waist is low to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can the city, doin' a buck-sixty

(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)

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

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

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