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 done licked shots, done hit cops
Betcha niggaz wait til my shit drop
Treat you your momma, give you lip a pop
you don't want my clip to drop
Cause means I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip tissue
another rhyme just cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit
Got the out, so his muscle grabs
Nigga fuck that, you better bust
'fore ya monkey-ass land where the at
Ride like the girl but you can't trust
Spit line of fire and he can't touch
All you can do is cuss
in your raps bout how you bust gats
Nigga we need 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, where the keys at
Nigga where the 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 ain't talkin bout my
Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, for blow
and you feel your nose crack
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 candles
And who that nigga Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all niggaz and

Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X)

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

Hmmmm,
In the late night, we be cockin high and 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 tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin 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, have somebody sayin that's the shame yay
But if them people come they gon' give no names yay
Play the number one stun'na don't play no games yay
Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and
Them up boys strapped with cannons
tryin to off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juven' ain't gettin 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, cause I mailed it out
I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South
East West, and write for my niggaz up North
My guns made in China, so you dust off
Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and I even sweat ya
You won't roll four and
My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his
I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my
Make a nigga the heat in the cold weather
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
Y'all me so tired
Y'all niggaz still like you don't know my flow is fire
and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya
gotta gun that ain't never shoot
When we come you better they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin 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
fuck? Watch out she'll bang you
cause I taught her well, players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a
wit you is goin to jail
Do you niggaz your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You fuck em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, R, what you want huh?

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