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

Come on the track duh duh
With a throwback and a fitted
Might a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The stance meant for Adidas and the
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her bow shoes
The Azar on I'm so old school

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

Hov', and so I breeze jeans 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
Never seen on the 6 before
I am, 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first

The got, killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV for a week
So, sleep if you to, mami I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah I don't 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 rock star, I got a car
We can cruise the city, a buck-sixty

(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 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, nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", haters no
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 up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' Hova
We can play however, bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is
her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim the tilted brim on twenty 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 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)