Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga, Jigga

the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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 sick
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The stance meant for Adidas and the
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her bow shoes
The Azar on I'm so old school

Yellow wrist watch, flip flops
Six top chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you with me?
Ride 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, that Jigga)
Slim the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if got love 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)

Hov', and so I through jeans and see me through
She's respondin', top of C.
We in gettin' our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to
She never seen a hundred on the before
Never seen on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than grade

The crib got, views and square feet
You to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mami I leave you
Right where you stand, nah I wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just see what's in your Frankie V pants
Waist is low enough to let waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can cruise the city, doin' a

(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 got love 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)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley
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 hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' Hova
We can play however, slay bed or
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her with wet bedsheets, I'm focused

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got 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)

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