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 track duh duh
With a throwback jersey and a
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' 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
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's,
Back up in this bitch like
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' like

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the brim on twenty 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 go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

Hov', and so I breeze through jeans and see me
She's respondin', top of C.
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, 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got 6's than first grade

The crib got, views and square feet
You to film MTV Cribs 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 see what's in your Frankie V pants
is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can the city, doin' a buck-sixty

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for
(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 with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could move
You fuckin' up my high, don't me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' Hova
We can however, slay 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, that 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, nigga Jigga)
And if go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)

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