Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] Mmmm
Ha ha hah

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

Me and my niggaz done licked shots, done hit cops
Betcha niggaz can't wait til my drop
Treat you your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't my clip to drop
Cause that means I'm empty, and you're of it
Check the bullet did
Missiles hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you niggaz can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle
Nigga fuck that, you better bust
ya monkey-ass land where the dust at
Ride the girl but you can't trust cash
Spit line of fire and he touch black
All you can do is back
in your weak bout how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your
Y'all don't feed Drag
Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a out
in the safe house, nigga the keys at
where the stash at, nigga where the weed at
Nigga that 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter fact where the ass at, I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't bout my niggaz
nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and you feel 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 can't
You can put me on wax but my burn candles
And who nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all niggaz and

Chorus: Drag-On + (repeat 2X)

Do y'all niggaz bust guns?
(Hell yeah we our guns!!)
Do fuck 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 night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright
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 of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me
with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me
I'm workin wit some aiy
And afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin over yo' I'm the same yay
Look, I'ma have somebody sayin the shame yay
But if them people come they gon' give no names yay
Play with the number one stun'na play no games yay
Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and
Them gather up boys strapped with
tryin to knock off yo' shit, you bitch
I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, in for Money
ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

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

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