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, even hit cops
Betcha niggaz can't til my shit drop
Treat you your momma, give you lip a pop
you don't want my clip to drop
Cause that means I'm empty, and you're of it
Check what the did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through
Shoot another rhyme just cause I you
I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't wit Drag
Got the out, so his muscle grabs
Nigga fuck that, you bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land the dust at
like the girl but you can't trust cash
Spit line of fire and he can't touch
All you can do is back
in your raps bout how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that, I don't care your feedback
Y'all niggaz don't Drag
Til a motherfucker out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, nigga the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the at
Nigga that 'fore I pull my trigger
fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't talkin bout my
Cause we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow 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 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 y'all niggaz y'all guns?
(Hell we bust our guns!!)
Do fuck them til they cum?
(Damn right we make cum!!)
It's for the (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the

Hmmmm,
In the night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright
Yo head might explode, when I 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 workin wit some aiy
And aint afraid to put up on ya brain yay
You warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay
Look, I'ma somebody sayin that's the shame yay
But if them people come they ain't gon' give no yay
Play with the number one stun'na don't play no yay
Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and
Them gather up boys strapped cannons
tryin to off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ruff your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juven' gettin 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, I done mailed it out
that I'ma it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South
East West, and write letters for my niggaz up
My guns in China, so you better dust off
Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got
I never ass bet ya, and I won't even ya
You roll four and better
My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his
reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold
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 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 they name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll you
Don't try to be me I ain't you
'fore I have spirit with the angels
My keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? Watch out bang you
cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to
But you couldn't borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is to jail
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want

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