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 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 that means I'm empty, and you're of it
what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through
Shoot another rhyme just cause I you
I plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle
fuck that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land where the at
Ride like the girl but you can't trust
Spit line of and he can't touch black
All you can do is back
in your weak bout how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about 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 that I pull my trigger
Matter where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't talkin my niggaz
nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you feel your crack
That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame
like I told yo' befo' ya umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire burn
And who nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all and Southsiders

Chorus: + Various (repeat 2X)

Do y'all niggaz y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we our guns!!)
Do fuck 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 high and givin you stage fright
Yo might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE
Stay hype, now page and make sure he got all the yea, aight?
I'm of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass lookin like fools to me
I'm workin wit change aiy
And aint afraid to put up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the yay
Look, I'ma somebody sayin that's the shame yay
But if people come they ain't gon' give no names yay
Play with the number one don't play no games yay
Come outside and see nothin but and bricks
gather up boys strapped with cannons
tryin to off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juven' gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

When my niggaz get knocked we bail them out
When it 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 the South
East West, and letters for my niggaz up North
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 won't sweat ya
You roll four and better
My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his
I'ma in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, 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
niggaz still rappin like you don't 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 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 spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the
Wanna fuck? Watch out bang you
cause I her well, y'all 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 em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, you want huh?

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