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 niggaz licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit
Treat you like your momma, you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my clip to
that means I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check what the did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip tissue
Shoot rhyme just cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you little niggaz fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his grabs
Nigga fuck that, you bust back
ya monkey-ass land where the dust at
Ride the girl but you can't trust cash
Spit line of fire and he can't touch
All you can do is back
in your weak raps how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your
Y'all don't feed Drag
Til a motherfucker out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, where the keys at
where the stash at, nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter fact where the ass at, 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 nose crack
That mean I broke that, I fill a wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you handle
You can put me on wax but my fire candles
And who that nigga Rydin, Drag-On
niggaz and Southsiders

Chorus: + Various (repeat 2X)

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

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

When my get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my 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
West, and write letters for my niggaz up North
My guns made in China, so you better off
Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got
I never ass bet ya, and I won't sweat ya
You won't roll 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 weather
stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you betta get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run her
make me so tired
Y'all niggaz still rappin like you know my flow is fire
and ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun ain't never shoot
When we come you better they don't name you
like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I you
'fore I have spirit with the angels
My keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll you
cause I taught her well, y'all players better to hell
But you niggaz couldn't a belt
Whoever wit you is to jail
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none,
You fuck em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, R, what you want huh?

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