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, 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 army with a chidd-ick, I'm so widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
The Azar on I'm so old school

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

(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 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)

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

The crib got, views and square feet
You to film 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 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 cruise the city, 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 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, nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", haters no
But gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm to the point I could hardly move
You up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your over
She can do whatever, sip with soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with
We can play however, 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)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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, nigga Jigga)

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