Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That Nigga

the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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 jersey and a
blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take 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 guts on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar on I'm so old school

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

(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 love for me I got 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 jeans and see me through
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan our groove on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first

The crib got, killer views and 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 wanna
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in Frankie V pants
Waist is low to let your waist 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, that 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, that Jigga)

"He did it again", haters no
But they gotta fuck it 'cause the flow's so tight
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the point I hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can whatever, sip somethin' 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 the tilted brim on twenty 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 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)