Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

Drop ya and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs 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 Boys and suits
Actin' in the club, ain't gon' get you home
drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you domed

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

You gotta know the rules, let it go
You get to my nigga, you gotta hit the do'
Rollin' up eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to make a plan
Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to make a

This time for only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the
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, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

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

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

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head
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 old niggaz, that bust with they tommy
But caught without they tommy, get rushed salami

'Cause everybody of them R.I.P.'s
We to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, cowards wanna and killers wanna cruise and
Real stand alone, mayne and do what 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] better to on caskets you dumb, nigga

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

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

Oh, boy, old like to make up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the club baby, daddy
She got the on, he bought you for yo' birthday
You back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way

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

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

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

Nigga, you a wit'cho 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

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

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

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