Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That Nigga

the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Hov', R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.,
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
It's Hov', R.O.C.
(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 with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the 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

wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this
J-A, ladies me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you with me?
with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' six-fo's

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

Hov', and so I through 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 a hundred on the wrist before
seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's first grade

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 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 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, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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)

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

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

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