Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

Yo, I hit the party in my and tennis shoes
They all watchin' in they Hot Boys and suits
Actin' tough in the club, gon' get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just get you domed

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

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

time for escapade only make the tec a-spray
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' face in the sand,

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

Yo, Fig' never play them guns, no you hear me
ain't shot nuttin' up but kill spirits
Fig' ain't the one to be, of the losses
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 since Fila and Kenny Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the sto' whoever win

Them was my O.G.'s and I was a B.G.
Whoever want to see me, Figgaro can
But now we got them old niggaz, bust with they tommy
But caught they tommy, get rushed like salami

'Cause tired of them R.I.P.'s
We to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, wanna pack and killers wanna cruise and
Real niggaz stand alone, mayne and do 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] better to save on you dumb, nigga

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

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

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

Zoked out fat boy, you can't breathe
Bounce back and that trick by her fuckin' weave
Bring her to the flo', teach her the get low
She really know, mob her on the danceflo'

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

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

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

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

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