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, even done hit
Betcha niggaz can't wait til my drop
Treat you 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 niggaz can't fuck wit
Got the chain out, so his muscle
Nigga fuck that, you better bust
'fore ya monkey-ass where the dust at
Ride like the 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 bout how you bust
Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about feedback
Y'all niggaz don't feed
Til a pull out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, nigga the keys at
Nigga the stash at, nigga where the weed at
pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter fact where the ass at, I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't talkin my niggaz
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 can't
You can put me on wax but my burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin,
Y'all and Southsiders

Chorus: Drag-On + (repeat 2X)

Do niggaz bust y'all 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)
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 pipe
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 that you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin fools to me
I'm workin wit some aiy
And aint to put fifty up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin yo' people I'm the same yay
Look, I'ma have somebody sayin the shame yay
But if them people come they ain't give no names yay
with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay
Come outside and see but camouflage and bricks
Them gather up boys strapped with
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 come to my gun my is out
You better get the message, cause I mailed it out
that I'ma bang it like a hammer and 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 four and better
My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his
I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my
Make a feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his
Bitch come to my shit, you come get her
Be a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all me so tired
niggaz 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 ain't never shoot
When we come you better hope don't name you
Cause like two rubbin I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I you
'fore I have your spirit the angels
My shorty a gun on the ankles
fuck? Watch out she'll bang you
cause I taught her well, y'all better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't a belt
Whoever wit you is to jail
Do you niggaz your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, you want huh?

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