Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] hmmmmm
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 shit
you like your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my to drop
Cause that means I'm empty, and you're of it
Check what the did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip tissue
Shoot another rhyme just I missed you
I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle
fuck that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass where the dust at
Ride the girl but you can't trust cash
line of fire and he can't touch black
All you can do is back
in your weak raps how you bust gats
Nigga we need that, I don't care about your feedback
niggaz don't feed Drag
Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a out
in the safe house, nigga where the 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 talkin bout my niggaz
Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, for blow
and when you feel nose crack
That mean I broke that, I fill a wit a flame thrower
like I yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire 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 til they cum?
(Damn right we make cum!!)
for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna y'all niggaz who ride the best

Hmmmm,
In the night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright
Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE
Stay hype, now Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?
I'm tired of you niggaz, be that you usin me
with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me
I'm wit some change aiy
And aint to put fifty up on ya brain yay
You bout over yo' people I'm the same yay
Look, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the yay
But if them people come they ain't gon' no names yay
Play with the one stun'na don't play no games yay
Come outside and see 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 gettin nuttin ha ha hah shit is funny

When my niggaz get we gonna bail them out
When it to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message, cause I mailed it out
that I'ma it like a hammer and I'ma 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 got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and I even sweat ya
You won't four and better
My dough is never low, but if is down on his last
I'ma in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his
Bitch to my shit, you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run her
make me so tired
Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is
and ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that never shoot
we come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two rubbin I'll flame you
try to be me cause I ain't you
'fore I have your spirit the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the
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 niggaz your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You fuck em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want

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