Luyện nghe bài hát Down Bottom

Oh, now bop to this oh
Yeah y'all what this is
Flame on Juvenile flame on
And now swizz, swizz beatz,

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

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

Got the chain out so it's bust and
Nigga that you better bust back
'Fore ya nigga ask back where the at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust

Spit like a fire but you can't black
All you can do is cuss 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

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

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

That mean I broke I'm fittin' to po-po
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 rydin' Drag-On niggaz and south siders

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 niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz y'all 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, west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all who rides the best

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

I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' you usin' me
Runnin' with them petty ass lookin' like fools to me
I'm wit some change, yeah
And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain,

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

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

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, 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 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, damn right we make cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head
Ruff Ryders gonna show niggaz who rides the best

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

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

And I won't sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My is never low but if drag is down on his last
reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold

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

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

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

Wanna fuck, out she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a
Who evers wit you is jail

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

Do y'all bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust 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 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
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, south, head east, head west
Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust 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 gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best