Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

You gotta know the rules, let it go
You get to trippin' my nigga, you hit the do'
Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to make a
Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to make a

This time for escapade only make the tec
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 thangs and 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 bitch gun, snitch wit'cho gun
get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get in a ditch wit'cho gun

Yo, Fig' 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
fightin' for stripes with right crosses

Uppercuts and to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila and Kenny Ken
to chuck 'em by the corner sto' whoever 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 bust with tommy
But caught without they tommy, get rushed like

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

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

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

Oh, boy, old friends like to make up and get
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 clown him in the way

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

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

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

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

To them three Sunnydale niggaz
Nigga was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz, mayne
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, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box

Nigga, you a bitch 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 ditch gun