Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

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

Chorus: + Various (repeat 2X)

Do niggaz bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they
(Damn we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) (HEY)
(HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the

Hmmmm,
In the late night, we be high and givin you stage fright
Yo head might explode, I bust with the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE
Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea,
I'm tired of you niggaz, be that you usin me
with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me
I'm wit some change aiy
And aint to put fifty up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin over yo' I'm the same yay
Look, I'ma have sayin that's the shame yay
But if people come they ain't 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 strapped with cannons
to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money
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 get the message, cause I done mailed it out
that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the
East West, and write letters for my up North
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 roll four and better
My dough is never low, but if is down on his last
reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his
Bitch come to my shit, you betta get her
Be a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so
Y'all still 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 never shoot
we come you better hope they don't name you
Cause two sticks rubbin I'll flame you
try to be me cause I ain't you
'fore I have your spirit the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the
Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll you
cause I taught her well, players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a
Whoever wit you is to jail
Do you niggaz bust guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, you want huh?

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