Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

Oh, now bop to this oh
Yeah know what this is
Flame on Juvenile flame on
And now swizz, swizz beatz,

Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even hit cops
Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit
Treat you your moma given' lip to pop
you don't want my paper drop

'Cause that I'm empty, and your full of it
Check what the bullet did, missiles hit you get you
Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed 'cause I miss you
I make plus cash y'all niggaz can't fuck wit drag

Got the chain out so bust and grab
Nigga that you better bust back
'Fore ya nigga ask where the vest at
Rock like a but you can't trust cash

Spit a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is back and read back
How you bust gats we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back, niggaz don't feed drag

Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya house
Nigga where the keys at
the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?
Nigga that 'fore I pull my trigger

Mater fact where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Ruff
And I talkin' bout my niggaz
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for
And when you fell your crack

That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to
Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin' y'all niggaz and south siders

Do y'all bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head
Ruff Ryders show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who the best

In the late night, we be cockin' high you stage fright
Yo' head might explode when I bust with the pipe
And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page
And sure he got all the yeah, aight?

I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' you usin' me
Runnin' with them ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' wit change, yeah
And ain't to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah

You 'bout warin' over ya I'm the same, yeah
Look, I'ma have some body sayin' the shame game
But if them people come they ain't give no names, yeah
Playin' with the number one son play no games, yeah

Come don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys strapped bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit
Ya bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', shit is funny

Do y'all niggaz bust guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all who rides the best

Do niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, west
Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

When my get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message 'cause I done it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and nail us out

East, west the right this for my niggaz up
My guns made in China so you dust off
'Cause when they getcha you be ketchup
I always got I never ass bet ya'

And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much and better
My dough is never low but if is down on his last
I'ma reach in my bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in weather

Can't a nigga hype throw me his bitch
come to my shit you betta come get her
Be a dog with a bone I run with her
make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin'

Like y'all don't know my flows
Y'all ain't got y'all boots got y'all suits
Probaly got a gun that ain't shoot
When they come you better hope don't name you

like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me I ain't you
I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty a gun on the ankles

Wanna fuck, out she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a
Who evers wit you is jail

Is you niggaz bustin' or you ain't bustin' none, ha
You want to fuck'em they cum, ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up you want, ha

Do y'all niggaz y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, west
Ruff gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we them cum
for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the

Do niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, right we make them cum
for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, west
Ruff gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best