Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] hmmmmm
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, done hit cops
Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit
you like your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my to drop
Cause that I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check what the did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through
Shoot another just cause I missed you
I plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle
Nigga fuck that, you better bust
'fore ya monkey-ass land where the at
Ride like the but you can't trust cash
Spit line of fire and he can't 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 about your
Y'all niggaz feed Drag
Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a out
in the safe house, nigga the keys at
where the stash at, nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that I pull my trigger
Matter fact the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't bout my niggaz
nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you feel nose crack
mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
like I yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire burn
And who nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
niggaz and Southsiders

Chorus: Drag-On + (repeat 2X)

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

Hmmmm,
In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage
Yo might explode, when I bust with the lead 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 them petty-ass niggaz lookin like 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, I'ma have sayin that's the shame yay
But if them come they ain't gon' give no names yay
Play with the number one stun'na don't no games yay
Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and
Them gather up strapped with cannons
tryin to off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ruff your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juven' ain't nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail out
When it come to my gun my 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
West, and write letters for my niggaz up North
My made in China, so you better 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 and better
My is never low, but if Drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my
Make a nigga the heat in the cold weather
Can't a nigga hype, throw me his bitch
come to my shit, you betta come get her
Be like a dog a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so
Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is
and y'all ain't got ya suits, got ya boots
gotta gun that ain't never shoot
When we come you better hope they name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll you
Don't try to be me cause I you
'fore I your spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the
Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll you
cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to
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 em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you huh?

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