Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

[Juve] Mmmm
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
niggaz can't wait til my shit drop
Treat you like your momma, you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my to drop
Cause that I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through
Shoot another rhyme just I missed you
I make cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle
Nigga fuck that, you better back
'fore ya monkey-ass where the dust at
Ride like the girl but you can't cash
Spit line of and he can't touch black
All you can do is cuss
in your weak raps bout how you bust
Nigga we don't that, I don't care about your feedback
Y'all niggaz don't feed
Til a motherfucker pull out, a bullet out
in the safe house, nigga the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the at
Nigga pass that I pull my trigger
fact where 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 your nose crack
That mean I that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' befo' ya umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin,
Y'all niggaz and

Chorus: + Various (repeat 2X)

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all
(Hell yeah we our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til cum?
(Damn right we make cum!!)
It's for the (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who the best

Hmmmm,
In the late night, we be cockin high and you stage fright
Yo head explode, when I bust 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 thinkin you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz like fools to me
I'm workin wit change aiy
And aint to put fifty up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the yay
Look, I'ma have somebody sayin the shame yay
But if them people come they ain't gon' no names yay
Play with the number one don't play no games yay
Come outside and see but camouflage and bricks
Them gather up strapped with cannons
tryin to knock off yo' shit, you bitch
I'll Ruff Ryde ass then, Cash in for Money
Juven' ain't gettin ha ha hah that shit is funny

When my get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it to my gun my shells is out
You get the message, cause I done mailed it out
that I'ma bang it like a hammer and nail the South
East West, and write letters for my niggaz up
My made in China, so you better dust off
Comin to getcha, you gon' ketchup, I always got cheddar
I ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya
You won't roll and better
My dough is never low, but if Drag is on his last
I'ma in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a hype, throw me his bitch
come 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 like you don't know my flow is fire
and ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun ain't never shoot
we come you better hope they don't name you
Cause two sticks rubbin I'll flame you
try to be me cause I ain't you
'fore I have your with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the
Wanna fuck? out she'll bang you
cause I taught her well, y'all players haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to
Do you niggaz bust your Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, R, what you want huh?

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