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
all watchin' in they Hot Boys and church suits
Actin' tough in the club, ain't get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you

Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this happy
This thank he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy
Goin' dumb 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 trippin' my nigga, you hit the do'
Rollin' up this gram, I'm tryin' to make 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 parkin' lot, by the Escalade
You got a problem, we ain't like a man
One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' in the sand, nigga

ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just 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
Still get found in a ditch gun

Yo, never play with 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 stripes right crosses

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let they bust
I a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] and Kenny Ken
Used to 'em by the corner sto' whoever win

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 really know, mob her on the danceflo'

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

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

To three young Sunnydale 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 thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box

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