Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

steppin' on my shoes, boy, this nigga happy
This thank he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy
Goin' dumb with his bitch, so he like me
This ain't the South boy, we 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 gram, I'm tryin' to make a plan
Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, 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 with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand,

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

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

and heatbutts to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let they lead
I a pitbull since 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 want to see me, Figgaro can
But now we got old niggaz, that bust with they tommy
But caught without they tommy, get rushed salami

everybody 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
niggaz stand alone, mayne and do what we do

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I gotta acknowledge them fo' of HP niggaz
That came to Fillmoe for y'all, one-on-ones, mayne and y'all got it,
Niggaz put the down and after that nigga, it was real big
They get stripes for that, nigga, 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, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box

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