Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That Nigga

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

Come on the duh duh da-da
a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance meant for and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
The bucket 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 me, get high as me
It's how supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

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

Hov', and so I breeze through and see me through
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in gettin' our groove 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, 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got 6's than first grade

The crib got, killer views and feet
You have to MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah I don't dance
(I'm good)
I just see what's in your Frankie V pants
is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a 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 inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all got 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 they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
All day, Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I hardly move
You up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, your hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with
She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
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 inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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)

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