Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

Drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, drop 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' in the club, ain't gon' get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just get you domed

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

You gotta know the rules, let it go
You get to trippin' my nigga, you hit the do'
Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm 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 lot, standin' by the Escalade
You got a problem, we fightin' like a man
with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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 gun, snitch wit'cho gun
get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch gun
get found in a ditch wit'cho gun

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

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let they bust
I been a pitbull Fila [Incomprehensible] and Kenny Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the corner 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 they tommy, get rushed like salami

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

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

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

Nigga, you a wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch gun
get found in a ditch 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 on, he bought you for yo' birthday
You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the way

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

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

ya thangs and just 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 wit'cho gun, wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch gun

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

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

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 wit'cho gun
wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get in a ditch wit'cho gun