Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] Mmmm
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 niggaz done shots, even done hit cops
Betcha niggaz can't wait til my drop
Treat you like your momma, you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my clip to
Cause that means I'm empty, and full of it
Check the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through
Shoot another rhyme cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't wit Drag
Got the out, so his muscle grabs
Nigga fuck that, you better back
'fore ya land where the dust at
Ride like the girl but you can't cash
Spit line of and he can't touch black
All you can do is back
in weak raps bout how you bust gats
we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback
Y'all niggaz don't feed
Til a motherfucker out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, nigga the keys at
Nigga the stash at, nigga where 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 I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
I told yo' befo' 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 and Southsiders

Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X)

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

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

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail out
When it to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message, cause I mailed it out
that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma the South
East West, and write letters for my up North
My guns made in China, so you better off
Comin to getcha, you bleed 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 heat in the cold
Can't stand a nigga hype, 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 rappin like you don't know my is fire
and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya
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
try to be me cause I ain't you
'fore I have spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the
Wanna fuck? Watch out bang you
cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to
But you niggaz couldn't a belt
Whoever wit you is to jail
Do you niggaz bust your Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want

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