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 jersey and a
Might a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The bucket 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 playin' me?
Ride with me, get as me
It's how it's supposed to be, you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' six-fo's

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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, nigga Jigga)

Hov', and so I through 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 never seen a on the wrist before
Never twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's first grade

The crib got, killer views and 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 don't dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your V pants
Waist is low enough to let your show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can cruise the city, a buck-sixty

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch
(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", haters no
But they gotta with it 'cause the flow's so tight
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me
But Red Rover, your hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' soda
She can whatever, sip somethin' with 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, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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, nigga Jigga)

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