Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

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

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' 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 and just box

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

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

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head
Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let they bust
I been a pitbull since [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 want to see me, can [Incomprehensible]
But now we got them old niggaz, that bust with tommy
But caught without tommy, get rushed like salami

'Cause everybody tired of R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our
Now, cowards wanna 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 play with that gun and make me you
Moms all cryin' and shit, she ask you
better to save on caskets you dumb, nigga

Drop ya and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs 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
Still get found in a 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 wit'cho baby,
She got the coat on, he you for yo' birthday
You kickin' back, I'm to clown him in the worst way

Team on preem' like he out with 'Pac brother
And you a boss for not cuttin' him with the
And it was cool this chick 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 that trick by her fuckin'
her to the flo', teach her 'bout the get low
She really know, mob her on the danceflo'

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

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

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

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

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