Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] hmmmmm
Ha ha hah

Oh! Damn, now bop to
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what is (flame on)
Juvenile, (flame on)
And now.. Swizz Beats, yea!

Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even hit cops
Betcha niggaz can't til my shit drop
Treat you like momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't my clip to drop
Cause means I'm empty, and you're full of it
what the bullet did
Missiles hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another just cause I missed you
I make cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle
Nigga fuck that, you better bust
'fore ya monkey-ass land where the at
Ride like the girl but you trust cash
Spit of fire and he can't touch black
All you can do is cuss
in your weak raps how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that, I don't care your feedback
Y'all niggaz don't feed
Til a motherfucker pull out, a bullet out
in the house, nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the at
Nigga that 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't talkin bout my
nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you your nose crack
That I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you handle
You can put me on wax but my fire candles
And who that Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all niggaz and

Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X)

Do niggaz bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we our guns!!)
Do y'all them til they cum?
(Damn right we make cum!!)
for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) (HEY)
Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best

Hmmmm,
In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage
Yo might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE
Stay hype, now Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?
I'm tired of you niggaz, be that you usin me
with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me
I'm workin wit change aiy
And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya yay
You bout warrin over yo' I'm the same yay
Look, have somebody sayin that's the shame yay
But if them people come ain't gon' give no names yay
Play with the one stun'na don't play no games yay
Come and see nothin but camouflage and bricks
Them gather up boys strapped cannons
tryin to off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for
Juven' ain't nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

When my niggaz get knocked we bail them out
it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message, cause I mailed it out
that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma the South
East West, and letters for my niggaz up North
My guns made in China, so you better off
Comin to getcha, you bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar
I ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya
You won't roll and better
My is never low, but if Drag is down on his last
reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold
Can't stand a nigga hype, me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you betta get her
Be like a dog a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so
Y'all niggaz still like you don't know my flow is fire
and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya
gotta gun that ain't never shoot
When we come you better hope don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin flame you
try to be me cause I ain't you
'fore I have your spirit with the
My shorty a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll you
cause I taught her well, players better haul to hell
But you couldn't borrow a belt
wit you is goin to jail
Do you niggaz bust guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You fuck em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want

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