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 licked shots, even done hit cops
niggaz can't wait til my shit drop
Treat you your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my to drop
Cause that I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check what the did
Missiles hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme just cause I you
I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle
Nigga fuck that, you better bust
'fore ya monkey-ass land where the at
Ride like the girl but you can't trust
line of fire and he can't touch black
All you can do is cuss
in your weak raps 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 where the at
Nigga the stash at, nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my
fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't talkin bout my
nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you feel your nose
That mean I broke that, I fill a wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my burn candles
And who that Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all niggaz and

Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X)

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

Hmmmm,
In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you fright
Yo head might explode, when I bust 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 that you me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz like fools to me
I'm wit some change aiy
And afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the yay
Look, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the yay
But if them people come they ain't gon' give no yay
Play with the number one stun'na 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 Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juven' ain't nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

When my niggaz get knocked we bail them out
it come 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 letters for my niggaz up North
My guns made in China, so you dust off
Comin to getcha, you bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar
I ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya
You won't roll four and
My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his
I'ma in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a nigga feel the heat in the weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his
come to my shit, you betta come get her
Be a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all me so tired
Y'all niggaz still like you don't know my flow is fire
and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya
Probably gotta gun ain't never shoot
When we 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 spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the
Wanna fuck? Watch out bang you
cause I taught her well, y'all players better to hell
But you couldn't borrow 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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