Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

Drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya 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 tennis
They all watchin' in they Hot Boys and suits
Actin' in the club, ain't gon' get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just get you domed

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

You know 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' bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend

time for escapade only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the
You got a problem, we fightin' like a man
with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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

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

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a rush
Bitch, niggaz rather back and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull 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 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 pack and killers wanna cruise and
Real niggaz alone, mayne and do what we do

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

Drop ya thangs and 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 wit'cho gun, 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 wit'cho baby, daddy
She got the coat on, he you for yo' birthday
You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to him in the worst way

Team on preem' like he hangin' out with brother
And you a boss for not cuttin' him with the
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' know, mob her on the danceflo'

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

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

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

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