Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

Drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, drop ya thangs 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' drunk off of Patron, just get you domed

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

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' bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend

This time for escapade 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' face in the sand,

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

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

Uppercuts and to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] and 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 they
But caught without they tommy, get like salami

'Cause tired of them R.I.P.'s
We to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, wanna pack and killers wanna cruise and
Real niggaz stand alone, 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 cryin' and shit, she ask you
[Incomprehensible] better to save on caskets you dumb,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just 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