Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

Yo, I hit the party in my and tennis shoes
They all watchin' in Hot Boys and church suits
Actin' tough in the club, gon' get you home
drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you domed

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

You gotta know the rules, 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' main bitch hand, 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' face in the sand,

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

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

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

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

Them was my O.G.'s and I was a B.G.
Whoever to see me, Figgaro can [Incomprehensible]
But now we got them old niggaz, that bust with they
But caught they tommy, get rushed like salami

'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 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 and shit, she gotta ask you
[Incomprehensible] better to on caskets you dumb, nigga

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

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

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

Zoked out fat boy, you can't breathe
back and grab that trick by her fuckin' weave
Bring her to the flo', teach her the get low
She gon' 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, 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
get found in a ditch 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 and after that nigga, it was real big
They get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout

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
Stripes for

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

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