Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

Yo, I hit the party in my T-shirt and tennis
They all in they 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 happy
nigga thank he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy
Goin' dumb with his bitch, so he don't me
This the South boy, we ain't crunk we go hyphy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zoked out like fat boy, you breathe
Bounce back and grab that trick by her fuckin'
her to the flo', teach her 'bout the get low
She gon' know, mob her on the danceflo'

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 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

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

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

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