Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

Yo, I hit the party in my T-shirt and tennis
all watchin' in they 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, nigga happy
This nigga thank he, Lil' Jon and his Scrappy
Goin' dumb with his bitch, so he don't me
This ain't the South boy, we crunk we go hyphy

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 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 lot, standin' by the Escalade
You got a problem, we ain't like a man
One-on-one the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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

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

and heatbutts to get a head rush
Bitch, rather kick back and let they lead bust
I been a since 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, that bust with tommy
But caught without they tommy, get like salami

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

I wanna you but homey, let me ask you
Why you wanna with that gun and make me blast you
all cryin' and shit, she gotta ask you
[Incomprehensible] better to save on you dumb, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

Drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just 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
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 Fillmoe for y'all, one-on-ones, mayne and y'all got it,
Niggaz put the guns down and after that nigga, it was big
They get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout

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

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

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