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, just drop ya and just box

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

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

You know the rules, player let it go
You get to trippin' my nigga, you 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

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

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

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

Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you me
Fig' ain't shot nuttin' up but spirits
Fig' ain't the one to be, of the losses
One-on-one fightin' for stripes with right

Uppercuts and to get a head 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.
want to see me, Figgaro can [Incomprehensible]
But now we got them old niggaz, bust with they tommy
But caught without they tommy, get rushed like

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

I wanna you but homey, let me ask you
Why you wanna with that 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 ya thangs and just box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch gun
get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch 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 bought you for yo'
You back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way

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

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

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

Yeah, I acknowledge them fo' carloads of HP niggaz
That came to 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
They get for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga

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

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

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