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 in my T-shirt and tennis shoes
They all watchin' in they Hot and church suits
Actin' tough in the club, gon' get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you

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

You gotta know the rules, 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, tryin' to 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 the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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

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 in a ditch wit'cho gun

Yo, Fig' never play with 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 rush
Bitch, rather kick back and let they 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 want to see me, Figgaro can
But now we got old niggaz, that bust with they tommy
But caught without they tommy, get rushed like

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

I wanna you but homey, let me ask you
Why you play with that gun and make me blast you
Moms all and shit, she gotta ask you
better to save on caskets you dumb, nigga

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

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

Oh, boy, old like to make up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the club wit'cho baby,
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 with brother
And you a boss for not cuttin' him the boxcutter
And it was 'til this chick really got to trippin'
Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up

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

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

Yeah, I gotta acknowledge them fo' carloads of HP
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 young Sunnydale niggaz
that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz, mayne
And all y'all was one-on-ones and y'all got it nigga
Stripes for

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