Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] Mmmm
Ha ha hah

Oh! Damn, now bop to
Yeah, uhh, uhh, know 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 shit
you like your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my clip to
Cause that means I'm empty, and full of it
Check what the did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip tissue
another rhyme just cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you little can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his grabs
Nigga that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land the dust at
Ride like the girl but you can't trust
Spit of fire and he can't touch black
All you can do is back
in weak raps bout how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that, I don't care your feedback
Y'all niggaz don't feed
Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a out
in the house, nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, where the weed at
pass that '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 you feel your 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 burn
And who that nigga Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all niggaz and

Chorus: + Various (repeat 2X)

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

Hmmmm,
In the night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright
Yo head 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 you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin fools to me
I'm workin wit change aiy
And afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay
You bout over yo' people I'm the same yay
Look, have somebody 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 play no games yay
Come and see nothin but camouflage and bricks
Them gather up boys with cannons
to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for
Juven' ain't nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna them 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 nail the South
East West, and write for my niggaz up North
My guns made in China, so you better off
to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar
I ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya
You won't roll and better
My dough is never low, but if is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my
Make a nigga feel the heat in the weather
Can't stand a hype, throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you come get her
Be like a dog with a I run with her
Y'all make me so
Y'all still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire
and y'all ain't got ya suits, got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that never shoot
we come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two sticks I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I you
'fore I have your with the angels
My keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? Watch out bang you
cause I taught her well, players better haul to hell
But you couldn't borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is to jail
Do you bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til they cum,
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you huh?

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