Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

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

This time for only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parkin' lot, by the Escalade
You got a problem, we fightin' like a man
One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' in the sand, nigga

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

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

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

Uppercuts and to get a head rush
Bitch, rather kick back and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila and Kenny Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the sto' whoever win

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, boy, old friends like to up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the wit'cho baby, daddy
She got the coat on, he bought you for yo'
You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the way

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

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

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

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

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

To three young Sunnydale niggaz
Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz,
And all y'all wanted was and y'all got it nigga
for that

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs 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 wit'cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, wit'cho gun
Still get found in a wit'cho gun