Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That N****

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(Roc-A-Fella y'all)
the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
R O, R O C, niggaz, R O
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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 throwback jersey and a
blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or take sips of army with a chidd-ick

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

Yellow watch, Gucci flip flops
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 it's supposed to be, when you rollin' G's
Back up in bitch like whoa
Jigga get whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

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

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

She never a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6
I am, killin' 'em out there, needin' first aid
the boy got more 6's than first grade

The crib got, killer views and feet
You to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mammy, I leave you
Right where you stand, nah, I don't wanna
(I'm good)

I just wanna see what's in Frankie B pants
is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a 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 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 it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I Bob Marley dude
All day, like do

Now I'm to the point I could hardly 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 whatever, sip somethin' with Hova
We can however, slay bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is
her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
with 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)

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