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, that Jigga)
R O C, niggaz, R O,
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
R O C,
(Jay-Z)

Come on the 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 Smith Adidas and the Campers
Or guts on the cruise, Hermes 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, mammy, why you with me?

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

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 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, that Jigga)

and so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
She's respondin', top of C.
We in Luan gettin' our 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, they first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's first grade

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

I just see what's in your Frankie B pants
is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a car
We can cruise the city, a buck-sixty

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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, nigga Jigga)
And if go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

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

Now I'm stuck to the I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your 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
her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

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 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)

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