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

Yellow wrist watch, flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is hot?
J-A, ladies me say it now
Y-Z, why you playin' with me?
Ride with me, get as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's,
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)
with the tilted brim 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 through jeans and see me through
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan gettin' our on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She never seen a hundred on the wrist
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's first grade

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

"He did it again", no like
But gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob dude
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the point I hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' Hova
We can play however, bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm

(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 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, nigga Jigga)

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