Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] hmmmmm
Ha ha hah

Oh! Damn, now bop to
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know this is (flame on)
Juvenile, (flame on)
And now.. Swizz Beats, yea!

Me and my niggaz licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha can't wait til my shit drop
you like your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my to drop
Cause that means I'm empty, and full of it
what the bullet did
Missiles hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't wit Drag
Got the out, so his muscle grabs
fuck that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land the dust at
Ride the girl but you can't trust cash
Spit line of fire and he touch black
All you can do is cuss
in your weak bout how you bust gats
Nigga we don't that, I don't care about your feedback
Y'all don't feed Drag
Til a motherfucker out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, nigga the keys at
Nigga the stash at, nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass 'fore 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 your crack
That mean I that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire burn
And who nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all and Southsiders

Chorus: Drag-On + (repeat 2X)

Do y'all niggaz y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they
(Damn we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) (HEY)
(HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders show y'all niggaz who ride the best

Hmmmm,
In the late night, we be high and givin you stage fright
Yo might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE
Stay hype, now page Mike and make he got all the yea, aight?
I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz like fools to me
I'm workin wit change aiy
And aint afraid to put 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 gon' give no names yay
Play the number one stun'na don't play no games yay
outside and see nothin 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
it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message, I done mailed it out
that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma the South
East West, and write for my niggaz up North
My made in China, so you better dust off
to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and I even sweat ya
You roll four and better
My dough is never low, but if is down on his last
reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a nigga feel the in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, 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
Y'all niggaz still rappin you don't know my flow is fire
and ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
gotta gun that ain't never shoot
When we come you better they don't name you
Cause two sticks rubbin I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I you
I have your spirit with the angels
My keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna Watch out she'll bang you
cause I taught her well, y'all players better to hell
But you niggaz borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til they cum,
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you huh?

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