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 licked shots, even done hit
Betcha niggaz can't wait til my drop
Treat you your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my to drop
Cause means I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check the bullet did
gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme just cause I you
I plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his grabs
fuck that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land the dust at
Ride like the girl but you can't trust
Spit line of fire and he can't black
All you can do is back
in your raps bout how you bust gats
Nigga we don't that, I don't care about your feedback
Y'all niggaz don't Drag
Til a pull out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, nigga where the at
Nigga where the stash at, nigga the weed at
Nigga pass 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter fact the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I talkin bout my niggaz
nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you feel your nose
That I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you handle
You can put me on wax but my fire burn
And who that Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all niggaz and

Chorus: + Various (repeat 2X)

Do niggaz bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck til they cum?
(Damn we make 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 high and you stage fright
Yo head might explode, when I bust the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE
hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?
I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass lookin like fools to me
I'm wit some change aiy
And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya yay
You bout warrin over yo' I'm the same yay
Look, I'ma have somebody sayin the shame yay
But if them people come they gon' give no names yay
Play with the number one stun'na don't no games yay
Come outside and see but camouflage and bricks
Them gather up boys strapped cannons
tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky
I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, in for Money
Juven' gettin 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 better get the message, cause I done it out
that I'ma bang it like a and I'ma nail the South
East West, and write letters for my niggaz up
My guns 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 roll four and better
My dough is low, but if Drag is down on his last
I'ma in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a nigga the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you 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 know my flow is
and y'all ain't got ya suits, got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that ain't shoot
When we you better hope they don't name you
like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you
Don't try to be me 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 her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a
Whoever wit you is to jail
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, you want huh?

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