Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

Yo, I hit the party in my T-shirt and tennis
They all watchin' in they Hot Boys and 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 nigga
This nigga thank he, Lil' Jon and his Scrappy
dumb with his bitch, so he don't like me
This ain't the boy, we ain't 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 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 fightin' like a man
with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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

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

and heatbutts to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let they lead
I been a since Fila [Incomprehensible] and Kenny Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the corner sto' win

Them was my O.G.'s and I was a B.G.
Whoever want to see me, can [Incomprehensible]
But now we got them old niggaz, that with they tommy
But without they tommy, get rushed like salami

everybody tired of them R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring this back, mayne, to all our streets
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 play with that gun and me blast you
Moms all cryin' and shit, she ask you
[Incomprehensible] to save on caskets you dumb, nigga

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

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

Oh, boy, old friends like to up and get cavi
nah, she in the club 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 'Pac
And you a for not cuttin' him with the boxcutter
And it was cool 'til this really got to trippin'
drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up pimpin'

Zoked out like fat boy, you 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 ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch gun
Still get found in a ditch gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, wit'cho gun
Still get 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 guns and after that nigga, it was real big
They get for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga

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

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