Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

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 only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the lot, standin' by the Escalade
You got a problem, we ain't fightin' a man
One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' in the sand, nigga

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

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

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

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let lead bust
I been a since 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 them old niggaz, that bust with they
But caught without they tommy, get like salami

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

I wanna you but homey, let me ask you
Why you play with that gun and make me blast you
Moms all and shit, she gotta ask you
better to save on caskets you dumb, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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