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, just drop ya and just box

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, Fig' play with them guns, no you hear me
Fig' shot nuttin' up but kill spirits
ain't 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 pitbull Fila [Incomprehensible] and Kenny Ken
to chuck 'em by the corner sto' 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 bust they tommy
But caught without they tommy, get like salami

everybody tired of them R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to this fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, cowards wanna pack and killers cruise and
Real 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 make me you
all cryin' and shit, she gotta ask you
[Incomprehensible] better to save on you dumb, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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