Luyện nghe bài hát Bagg Up

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Bounce, bounce, bounce (bagg up)
Bounce, bounce, then (bagg up)
Bounce, bounce, then (bagg up)
Bounce (uh) (uh)
Straight playa,
Two rides outside with that OG
I'm high but it's all
skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot
I'll shoot if you try to me
Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all
In a world that's so
Peep this streetness, had a weakness
Peep this, I do this
Follow my whole set, bottles of
Bet they lay me
Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the
Got but they try to spray me
If I lack, keep straps, a wrap, gimme daps
You can roll with me, yeah
Hey the streets is mine like
When an MC grind play crazy

Gimme some room I pull that Jag up
Bounce, bounce,
My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad
Go on then
See that Coup that maroon rag up?
Huh? Then
To your money chicks that always nag us
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E'rybody talkin they see I'm on a roll
Touch what's mine, you gon' end up mowed
Ladies they love me they just found a pot of gold
Jackpot, I'm scoring big the globe
You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's
Cold the flow, dro when it goes
Sick, baby said she never drove a
she was ontop of me, backseat of the six
It's down round these parts
Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't
Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin
Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm about
Chingy baby

Gimme room when I pull that Jag up
Bounce, bounce,
My pockets on swoll, is what ya mad for?
Go on then
See Coup with that maroon rag up?
Huh? Then
To your money hungry chicks always nag us
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How many MC's get dissed
For hatin on the NDP, New Draft
it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?
I'm sorry I'm the that your girls seen glists (??)
Swim with the big fish, I hit I miss
Sorta Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks
Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big
It'll like you fell off a tall cliff
I'm a like Cliff (??) I sank yo ship
Six o'clock from the if you pop off a lip
Chingy baby

Gimme some room when I pull Jag up
Bounce, bounce,
My pockets on swoll, is what ya mad for?
Go on then
See Coup with that maroon rag up?
What? Then
To your money chicks that always nag us
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