Luyện nghe bài hát Bagg Up

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Bounce, bounce, bounce (bagg up)
Bounce, bounce, bounce (bagg up)
Bounce, bounce, bounce (bagg up)
Bounce (uh) (uh)
Straight playa,
Two rides outside with OG ride
I'm high but all gravy
skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot
I'll shoot if you try to me
Get when I'm out, money what I'm all about
In a world that's so
this streetness, never had a weakness
Peep this, I do this
Follow my set, bottles of moet
Bet they lay me
Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one the work
Got but they try to spray me
If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, daps
You can roll me, yeah maybe
Hey the streets is like mixtapes
When an MC grind play crazy

Gimme some room I pull that Jag up
Bounce, bounce,
My pockets on swoll, is what ya mad for?
Go on then
See that Coup that maroon rag up?
Huh? Then
To your money hungry that always nag us
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E'rybody since they see I'm on a roll
Touch what's mine, you gon' end up mowed
Ladies they love me like they just a pot of gold
Jackpot, I'm scoring big the globe
You can be hot, I'm what you not and cold
Cold with the flow, dro it goes
Sick, baby said she drove a stick
Until she was of me, backseat of the six
goin down round these parts
Nobody liked me till I got the deal so start
Is it different? Is it dope? I what you yappin about
Its way too funky for you to smell I'm rappin about
Chingy baby

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

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