Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

This time for escapade only make the tec
I'm in the lot, standin' by the Escalade
You got a problem, we ain't fightin' a man
One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' in the sand, nigga

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

Yo, Fig' never 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
One-on-one for stripes with right crosses

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head
Bitch, niggaz rather back and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila and Kenny Ken
Used to 'em by the corner sto' whoever win

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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