Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] hmmmmm
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 can't wait til my shit drop
you like your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my to drop
Cause that means I'm empty, and full of it
what the bullet did
Missiles hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another just cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit
Got the chain out, so his grabs
Nigga that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land the dust at
Ride like the but you can't 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 care about your feedback
niggaz don't feed Drag
Til a pull out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, where the keys at
Nigga where the at, nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I my trigger
fact where 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 you feel your nose crack
That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a thrower
like I told yo' befo' ya 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: Drag-On + (repeat 2X)

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

Hmmmm,
In the late night, we be cockin high and you stage fright
Yo head explode, when 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
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like to me
I'm wit some change aiy
And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya yay
You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the yay
Look, I'ma somebody sayin that's the shame yay
But if them come they ain't gon' give no names yay
Play with the number one don't play no games yay
Come outside and see nothin but and bricks
Them up boys strapped with cannons
tryin to knock off yo' shit, you bitch
I'll Ruff your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juven' ain't nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail 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 made in China, so you better dust off
Comin to getcha, you gon' ketchup, I always got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and I 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
stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch
Bitch to my shit, you betta come get her
Be like a dog a bone I run with her
make me so tired
Y'all niggaz still like you don't know my flow is fire
and y'all got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that never shoot
When we come you better hope they don't you
Cause like two sticks I'll 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? out she'll bang you
cause I taught her well, y'all better haul to hell
But you couldn't borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none,
You fuck em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want

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