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, nigga Jigga)
It's Hov', R.O.C.
(Jay-Z)

Come on the track duh duh
With a throwback and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

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?
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 like
Jigga get this bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

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

Hov', and so I breeze jeans and see me through
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to
She never seen a on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
I am, killin' 'em out there, needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than grade

The crib got, killer and square feet
You have to MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mami I will you
Right where you stand, nah I wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in Frankie V pants
Waist is low 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, that Jigga)
Slim with the brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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, that Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
All day, like do
Now I'm to the point I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your over
She can do whatever, sip with soda
She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
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, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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)

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