Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] hmmmmm
Ha ha hah

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

Me and my done licked shots, even done hit cops
niggaz can't wait til my shit drop
Treat you like momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my clip to
Cause that means I'm empty, and you're of it
Check the bullet did
gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme cause I missed you
I plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his grabs
Nigga that, you better bust back
ya monkey-ass land where the dust at
Ride like the girl but you trust cash
Spit line of fire and he can't black
All you can do is back
in your weak raps bout how you gats
we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback
Y'all don't feed Drag
Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a out
in the safe house, nigga the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, nigga the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my
Matter fact the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I talkin bout my niggaz
Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for
and when you your nose crack
That mean I broke that, I a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire burn
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin,
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 right we make cum!!)
for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all who ride the best

Hmmmm,
In the night, we be cockin 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 he got all the yea, aight?
I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like to me
I'm workin wit some aiy
And aint afraid to put up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the yay
Look, I'ma have somebody that's the shame yay
But if them people come they ain't give no names yay
Play the number one stun'na don't play no games yay
Come and see nothin but camouflage and bricks
gather up boys strapped with cannons
tryin to knock off yo' shit, you bitch
I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, in for Money
Juven' ain't nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

When my niggaz get we gonna bail them out
it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message, I done mailed it out
that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the
West, and write letters for my niggaz up North
My guns made in China, so you dust off
Comin to getcha, you bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and I won't even ya
You won't four and better
My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his
I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my
Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold
Can't stand a nigga hype, me his bitch
come to my shit, you betta come get her
Be a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all me so tired
Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my is fire
and y'all got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that ain't shoot
When we come you better they 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 keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? Watch out bang you
cause I taught her well, players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't a belt
wit you is goin to jail
Do you bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You fuck em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, you want huh?

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