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

Oh, now bop to this oh
Yeah y'all know this is
Flame on Drag-On flame on
And now swizz, swizz beatz,

Me and my niggaz licked shots, even done hit cops
Bet y'all niggaz wait till my shit drop
Treat you your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you want my paper drop

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

Got the out so it's bust and grab
fuck that you better bust back
'Fore ya nigga ask where the vest at
Rock a girl but you can't trust cash

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

a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
Nigga where the at nigga?
the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?
Nigga pass 'fore I pull my trigger

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

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

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

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

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

I'm tired of be thinkin' that you usin' me
Runnin' with 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 warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah
Look, I'ma have some sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people they ain't gonna give no names, yeah
Playin' the number one son don't play no games, yeah

Come outside see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch, I ryde your 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 they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show niggaz who rides the best

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

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

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

And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much and better
My dough is low but if drag is down on his last
I'ma in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in weather

stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit you betta get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run her
Y'all make me so y'all niggaz still rappin'

Like y'all know my flows fire
Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all
Probaly got a gun that ain't shoot
When they 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 spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the

Wanna fuck, watch out she bang you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna

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

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, south, head east, head west
Ruff gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

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

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, head south, head east, head
Ruff Ryders gonna show niggaz who rides the best

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