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 Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or guts on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar on I'm so old school

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

Hov', and so I breeze through jeans and see me
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in gettin' our groove on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She never seen a on the wrist before
Never seen on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, 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 wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your V pants
Waist is low enough to let waist show
Top a rock 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 twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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, 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, Rastafari's do
Now I'm to the point I could hardly 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 with Hova
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)
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, that Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

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