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

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

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip
Six top model chicks, who is this
J-A, ladies 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 bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' six-fo's

(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, 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 and see me through
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan our groove on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She never a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
I am, killin' 'em out there, they first 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
where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V
Waist is low enough to let your 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, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if got love 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, that Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so
Gnarly dude, I Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm to the point I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't me dude
But Red Rover, send hoes over
She can do whatever, sip with soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with
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)
with the tilted 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)

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