Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this nigga
This thank he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy
dumb with his bitch, so he don't like 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 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 parkin' lot, by the Escalade
You got a problem, we ain't like a man
One-on-one the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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

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

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

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

was my O.G.'s and I was just a B.G.
Whoever to see me, Figgaro can [Incomprehensible]
But now we got old niggaz, that bust with they tommy
But without they 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 wanna pack and killers wanna and
niggaz stand alone, mayne and do what we do

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

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

Nigga, you a wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
get found 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 up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the club baby, daddy
She got the coat on, he you for yo' birthday
You kickin' back, I'm to clown him in the worst way

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

Zoked out fat boy, you can't breathe
Bounce and grab that trick by her fuckin' weave
Bring her to the flo', 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 drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

Nigga, you a wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a wit'cho gun
wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho 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 got it, mayne
Niggaz put the guns and after that nigga, it was real big
They get stripes for that, nigga, shoutout nigga

To them young Sunnydale niggaz
Nigga that was 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 thangs and 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
get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch gun
Still get found in a wit'cho gun