Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

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

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 like a man
One-on-one the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

Drop ya thangs and 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, wit'cho gun
get found in a ditch wit'cho 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

and heatbutts to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz rather back and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila and Kenny Ken
Used to 'em by the corner sto' whoever win

was my O.G.'s and I was just a B.G.
Whoever want to see me, can [Incomprehensible]
But now we got them old niggaz, bust with they tommy
But caught without tommy, get rushed like salami

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

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

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

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

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

Zoked out like fat boy, you can't
Bounce and grab 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, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box

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

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

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