Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom (Video Version/Remix)

Oh, now bop to this oh
Yeah know what this is
Flame on Juvenile flame on
And now swizz, beatz, yeah

Me and my niggaz done licked shots, done hit cops
Bet y'all niggaz wait till my shit drop
you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my drop

'Cause that means I'm empty, and your of it
Check what the did, missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I you
I make plus cash y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit

Got the chain out so bust and grab
Nigga fuck you better bust back
ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you trust cash

Spit a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read
How you bust gats we don't need that
I don't care your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag

Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya house
Nigga where the keys at
the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?
Nigga pass that I pull my trigger

Mater fact where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Ryders
And I aint talkin' bout my
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, for blow
And when you your nose crack

That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to
Wit a flame thrower like I yo' befo', ya know
You can't it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our
Do you them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who the best

Do y'all niggaz bust guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head
Ruff gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

In the late night, we be cockin' high givin' you stage
Yo' might explode when I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page
And make he got all the yeah, aight?

I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' you usin' me
Runnin' them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me
I'm wit some change, yeah
And afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah

You 'bout warin' ya people I'm the same, yeah
Look, I'ma have some sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they ain't gonna no names, yeah
Playin' with the number one son play no games, yeah

Come outside see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo' get some strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde ass then
Cashin' for money ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the

Do y'all niggaz y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, right we make them cum
for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna y'all niggaz who rides the best

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna them out
it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the 'cause I done mailed it out
bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out

East, the right this for my niggaz up north
My guns made in so you better dust off
'Cause when they getcha you be ketchup
I always got I never ass bet ya'

And I even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low but if drag is down on his
I'ma in my sweater bet my baretta
a nigga feel heat in cold weather

Can't stand a nigga throw me his bitch
Bitch to my shit you betta come get her
Be a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so tired niggaz still rappin'

Like y'all don't my flows fire
Y'all ain't got y'all ain't got y'all suits
Probaly got a gun ain't never shoot
When come you better hope they don't name you

'Cause like two sticks rubbin' flame you
try to be me 'cause I ain't you
'Fore I have your spirits the angels
My shorty a gun on the ankles

Wanna fuck, watch out she will you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better to hell
But you niggaz borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna

Is you niggaz bustin' guns or you ain't none, ha
You want to fuck'em till cum, ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up you want, ha

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we our guns
Do you fuck them they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the

Do y'all bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till cum, damn right we make them cum
for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, we bust our guns
Do you fuck them they cum, damn right we make them cum
for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders show y'all niggaz who rides the best