Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

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

This time for escapade only make the tec
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

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

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

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

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

'Cause tired of them R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring this back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, cowards wanna pack and 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 with that gun and me blast you
all cryin' and shit, she gotta ask you
[Incomprehensible] better to save on caskets you dumb,

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

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 back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way

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

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

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

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

To them three young niggaz
that 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 thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, drop ya thangs 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