Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

You gotta the rules, player let it go
You get to trippin' my nigga, you 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

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

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

Yo, Fig' play with them guns, no you hear me
Fig' ain't shot up but kill spirits
Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the
One-on-one fightin' for stripes with crosses

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head
Bitch, niggaz kick back and let they lead bust
I a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] and Kenny Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the sto' 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 without they tommy, get rushed like

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

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

Drop ya 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 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

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 back, I'm 'bout to clown 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 really got to trippin'
drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up pimpin'

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

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

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

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

ya thangs 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 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