Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

You know the rules, player let it go
You get to trippin' my nigga, you hit the do'
Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to a plan
Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to 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 ain't like a man
One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand,

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just 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 wit'cho gun

Yo, Fig' never play them guns, no you hear me
ain't shot nuttin' 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 rather kick back and let they bust
I been a pitbull since Fila and Kenny Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the corner whoever 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 with they tommy
But without they tommy, get rushed like salami

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

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

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

Oh, boy, old friends to make up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the wit'cho baby, daddy
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' he hangin' out with 'Pac brother
And you a boss for not cuttin' him the boxcutter
And it was cool 'til chick really got to trippin'
Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she up pimpin'

Zoked out like fat boy, you breathe
Bounce and grab that trick by her fuckin' weave
Bring her to the flo', her 'bout the get low
She gon' really know, mob her on the

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

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

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

To three young Sunnydale niggaz
Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz,
And all y'all wanted was and y'all got it nigga
for that

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just 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 found in a ditch gun