Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga, Jigga

the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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 and a fitted
blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or guts on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

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

(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 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, that Jigga)

Hov', and so I breeze jeans and see me through
She's respondin', top of C.
We in Luan gettin' our on
out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She seen a hundred 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 first

The got, killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a
So, sleep if you need to, I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah I wanna dance
(I'm good)
I wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist
Top like a star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, a buck-sixty

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

"He did it again", haters no
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, don't bother me
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
her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

(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, that Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

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