Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That Nigga

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

on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The meant for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her bow shoes
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

wrist 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?
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, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted 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 go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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 seen a hundred on the wrist before
seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got 6's than first grade

The got, killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV for a week
So, sleep if you need to, I will leave you
where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your V pants
is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can cruise the city, doin' a

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

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

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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)