Luyện nghe bài hát Jigga That Nigga

the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga 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
a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick
in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance meant for and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow
The Azar bucket on I'm so old

Yellow wrist watch, flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this
J-A, help me say it now
Y-Z, why you playin' with me?
with me, get high as me
It's how supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch whoa
Jigga get this bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty rims
(Jigga, Jigga, nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for
(Jigga, Jigga, that 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 and see me
respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to
She seen 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 than first

The crib got, killer and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a
So, if you need to, mami I will leave you
Right you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in Frankie V pants
Waist is low enough to let your show
Top like a star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin' a

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

"He did it again", no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so
dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly
You fuckin' up my high, don't me dude
But Red Rover, send your 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 wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

(Hov')
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, nigga Jigga)

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