Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box

Yo, I hit the party in my and tennis shoes
They all watchin' in Hot Boys and church suits
Actin' in the club, ain't gon' get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you

Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this nigga
This nigga he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy
Goin' dumb with his bitch, so he don't me
This ain't the South boy, we crunk we go hyphy

You gotta the rules, player let it go
You get to my nigga, you gotta hit the do'
Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to make a
Tuggin' on yo' main hand, tryin' to make a friend

This time for escapade only make the tec
I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the
You got a problem, we ain't fightin' a man
One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' in the sand, nigga

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

Nigga, you a bitch gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, wit'cho gun
Still get found in a wit'cho gun

Yo, Fig' never play with guns, no you hear me
Fig' shot nuttin' up but kill spirits
Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the
One-on-one fightin' for stripes right crosses

and heatbutts to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] and Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the corner whoever win

Them was my O.G.'s and I was a B.G.
Whoever to see me, Figgaro can [Incomprehensible]
But now we got them old niggaz, that bust with they
But caught without they tommy, get like salami

'Cause everybody tired of R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, cowards pack and killers wanna cruise and
Real niggaz stand alone, and do what we do

I wanna you but homey, let me ask you
Why you wanna play that gun and make me blast you
all cryin' and shit, she gotta ask you
[Incomprehensible] better to save on you dumb, nigga

Drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch gun
Bitch gun, snitch wit'cho gun
get found in a ditch wit'cho gun

Oh, boy, old friends like to make up and get
Hell nah, she in the club baby, daddy
She got the on, he bought you for yo' birthday
You back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way

Team on preem' like he hangin' out 'Pac brother
And you a for not cuttin' him with the boxcutter
And it was cool 'til this really got to trippin'
drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up pimpin'

Zoked out fat boy, you can't breathe
Bounce back and grab that by her fuckin' weave
her to the flo', teach her 'bout the get low
She really know, mob her on the danceflo'

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch gun
Still get found in a ditch gun
Bitch gun, snitch wit'cho gun
get found in a ditch wit'cho gun

Yeah, I gotta them fo' carloads of HP niggaz
came to Fillmoe for y'all, one-on-ones, mayne and y'all got it, mayne
Niggaz put the guns down and after that nigga, it was big
They get stripes for that, nigga, shoutout nigga

To them three Sunnydale niggaz
that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz, mayne
And all y'all wanted was one-on-ones and got it nigga
for that

Drop ya and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

Nigga, you a wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get in a ditch wit'cho gun
wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch gun