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)
Hov', R.O.C. niggaz
(Jay-Z)

Come on the duh duh da-da
a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of in the sidd-ix
Or take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or guts on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The bucket on I'm so old school

Yellow watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this
J-A, ladies 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 with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch like
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' like

(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 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, nigga Jigga)

Hov', and so I breeze jeans and see me through
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in gettin' our groove on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She seen 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 grade

The crib got, views and square feet
You to film 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 enough to let your show
Top like a 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 brim on twenty inch rims
(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)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the so tight
Gnarly dude, I Bob Marley dude
All day, Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could move
You fuckin' up my high, bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip with soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with
We can however, slay bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm

(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 for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

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