Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] Mmmm
Ha ha hah

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

Me and my niggaz 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 means I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check what the 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 muscle
Nigga that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land the dust at
Ride like the girl but you trust cash
Spit of fire and he can't touch black
All you can do is back
in your weak raps bout how you bust
Nigga we don't need that, I don't about your feedback
Y'all niggaz feed Drag
Til a motherfucker pull out, a bullet out
in the house, nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the at, nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I my trigger
Matter fact the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't talkin bout my
nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you feel your nose
That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame
like I yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire candles
And who nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all niggaz and

Chorus: + 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 (HEY) South (HEY)
(HEY) West (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, when I bust with the lead
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE
Stay hype, now page Mike and sure he got all the yea, aight?
I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz like fools to me
I'm workin wit change aiy
And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya yay
You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the yay
Look, have somebody sayin that's the shame yay
But if them people come they ain't gon' give no yay
Play with the number one don't play no games yay
Come outside and see nothin but and bricks
Them gather up boys with cannons
tryin to knock off yo' shit, you bitch
I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, in for Money
Juven' ain't gettin 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 hammer and I'ma nail the
East West, and write 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 even sweat ya
You won't four and better
My dough is never low, but if Drag is on his last
reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a nigga feel the in the cold weather
Can't a nigga hype, throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you come get her
Be a dog with a bone I run with her
make me so tired
Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my is fire
and ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that never shoot
we come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll you
try to be me cause I ain't you
'fore I have your with the angels
My shorty a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? Watch out bang you
I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none,
You wanna em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you huh?

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