Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

You know 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 escapade make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the
You got a problem, we fightin' like a man
with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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

Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you me
Fig' ain't shot nuttin' up but kill
Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the
One-on-one fightin' for with 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 sto' 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 with they tommy
But caught without they tommy, get rushed like

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

I bust 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
[Incomprehensible] better to save on caskets you dumb,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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