Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That N****

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(Roc-A-Fella y'all)
the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
R O, R O C, niggaz, R O
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
R O C, niggaz, R O,
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
R O C,
(Jay-Z)

on the track duh, duh, da, da
With a jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of in the sidd-ix
Or take sips of army with a chidd-ick

I'm so sick widdit, lampin' in the Hamptons, the man
The Stan Adidas and the Campers
Or playin' on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
The Izod on I'm so old school

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip
Six top model chicks, who is this
J A, ladies me say it now
Y Z, mammy, why you with me?

with me, get high as me
It's how supposed to be, when you rollin' with G's
up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch like six-fo's

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 y'all got 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, that Jigga)

Hov' and so I through, jeans is Evisu
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in gettin' our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to

She never a hundred on the wrist before
seen twenty-two's 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, killer and square feet
You have to film MTV for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mammy, I will you
Right where you stand, nah, I don't dance
(I'm good)

I wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist
Top a rock star, I got a fast car
We can the city, doin' a buck-sixty

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 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)

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so
Gnarly dude, I Bob Marley dude
All day, like do

Now I'm stuck to the point I hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't me dude
But Red Rover, send hoes over
She can do whatever, sip with soda

She can leave whatever, sip with Hova
We can however, slay bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is
Left her with wet bedsheets, I'm focused

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

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