Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

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 to make a plan
on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend

This time for escapade 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 the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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, snitch gun
get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch gun
Still get in a ditch 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, scared of the
One-on-one fightin' for with right crosses

and heatbutts to get a head rush
Bitch, rather kick back and let they lead bust
I been a since 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 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 everybody of them R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, cowards wanna pack and killers cruise and
Real niggaz alone, mayne and do what we do

I wanna you but homey, let me ask you
Why you wanna play with that gun and make me you
all cryin' 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, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box

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

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

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

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

Drop ya and just 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
Still get found in a ditch gun
wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch gun

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

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

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

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