Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this happy
This nigga thank he, Lil' Jon and his Scrappy
Goin' dumb with his bitch, so he like me
This ain't the boy, we ain't 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 tryin' to a plan
Tuggin' on yo' bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause everybody tired of R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our
Now, cowards wanna pack and killers cruise and
Real niggaz stand alone, mayne and do we do

I bust 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] to save on caskets you dumb, nigga

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

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

Oh, boy, old like 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 boss for not him with the boxcutter
And it was cool 'til this chick really got to
drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up pimpin'

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

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

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

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

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