Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just 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 Hot Boys and church suits
Actin' tough in the club, gon' get you home
Gettin' off of Patron, just gon' get you domed

Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this nigga
This nigga he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy
Goin' dumb with his bitch, so he don't 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
on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend

This for escapade only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the
You got a problem, we ain't like a man
One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' in the sand, nigga

Drop ya 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 bitch wit'cho gun, 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 with guns, no you hear me
Fig' ain't nuttin' up but kill spirits
Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the
One-on-one for stripes with right crosses

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head
Bitch, rather kick back and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull 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 tired of R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring this back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, cowards pack and killers 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 make me you
all cryin' and shit, she gotta ask you
[Incomprehensible] to save on caskets you dumb, nigga

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

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

Oh, boy, old friends like to make up and get
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' like he hangin' out with brother
And you a boss for not him with the boxcutter
And it was cool 'til this chick got to trippin'
Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up

Zoked out like fat boy, you breathe
Bounce back and grab that trick by her 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 thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box

Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch 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
put the guns down and after that nigga, it was real big
They get for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga

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

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

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