Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

This time for escapade only make the tec
I'm in the lot, standin' by the Escalade
You got a problem, we fightin' like a man
One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' in the sand, nigga

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

Yo, never play 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 with right crosses

and heatbutts to get a head rush
Bitch, rather kick back and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila 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 want to see me, can [Incomprehensible]
But now we got them old niggaz, that bust with tommy
But caught they tommy, get rushed like salami

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

I wanna 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
better to save on caskets you dumb, 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 wit'cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch gun

Oh, boy, old like 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 back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I acknowledge them fo' carloads 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
get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga

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

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