Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] Mmmm
Ha ha hah

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

Me and my done licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha niggaz can't wait til my drop
Treat you like momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you want 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
another rhyme just cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you little can't fuck wit Drag
Got the out, so his muscle grabs
Nigga fuck that, you bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land the dust at
Ride like the girl but you trust cash
Spit line of and he can't touch black
All you can do is cuss
in your raps bout how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that, I don't about your feedback
Y'all niggaz don't Drag
Til a pull out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, nigga the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I my trigger
Matter where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't talkin my niggaz
Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for
and when you feel your crack
That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame
like I told yo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire candles
And who that Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all niggaz and

Chorus: Drag-On + (repeat 2X)

Do y'all niggaz bust guns?
(Hell we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til cum?
(Damn right we them cum!!)
It's for the (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who the best

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

When my niggaz get we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my is out
You better get the message, cause I done it out
I'ma 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 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 nigga feel the in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his
Bitch to my shit, you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run her
make me so tired
Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't my flow is fire
and y'all got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gun that ain't never 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 cause I you
I have your spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the
Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll you
cause I her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you couldn't borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is to jail
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't none, huh?
You fuck em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want

2X