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

Come on the duh duh da-da
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
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The meant for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
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, why you playin' with me?
with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you with G's, Hov'
up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' like

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted 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 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
She's respondin', top of C.
We in Luan gettin' our on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to
She never seen a on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than grade

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

(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 y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", no like
But they fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob dude
All day, Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, your hoes over
She can do whatever, sip with soda
She can leave whatever, sip with 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 with the tilted brim on twenty rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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)