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)

on the track duh, duh, da, da
With a throwback and a fitted
blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take of army with a chidd-ick

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

Yellow wrist watch, flip flops
Six top chicks, who is this hot?
J A, ladies me say it now
Y Z, mammy, why you playin' me?

Ride with me, get as me
It's how supposed to be, when you rollin' with G's
Back up in this like whoa
Jigga get whole bitch jumpin' 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 love for
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

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

She never seen a on the wrist before
Never seen on the 6 before
I am, 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first

The crib got, killer views and square
You have to film MTV for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mammy, I will you
Right where you stand, nah, I wanna dance
(I'm good)

I just wanna see what's in your B pants
Waist is low to let your waist show
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 on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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)

"He did it again", Haters no
But they gotta with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I Bob Marley 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 hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with

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

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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 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)