Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

Drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and 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 and church suits
tough in the club, ain't gon' get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you

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

You gotta know the rules, let it go
You get to my nigga, you gotta hit the do'
up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to make a plan
Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, to make a friend

This for escapade only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the
You got a problem, we ain't fightin' a man
with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

Drop ya and just 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 bitch wit'cho gun, snitch gun
Still get found in a wit'cho gun
Bitch gun, snitch wit'cho gun
get found in a ditch wit'cho gun

Yo, Fig' play with them guns, no you hear me
Fig' ain't shot nuttin' up but kill
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 lead bust
I a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] 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 to see me, Figgaro can [Incomprehensible]
But now we got them old niggaz, that bust they tommy
But without they tommy, get rushed like salami

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

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

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

Oh, boy, old friends to make up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the club 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 'til this chick really got to trippin'
Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she up pimpin'

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

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and 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
Bitch gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a wit'cho 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 down and after that nigga, it was real big
They get for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga

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

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