Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this happy
This nigga thank he, Lil' Jon and his partner
dumb 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 this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to a plan
Tuggin' on yo' main hand, tryin' to make a friend

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
One-on-one the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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

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

Yo, Fig' play with them guns, no you hear me
Fig' shot nuttin' up but kill spirits
Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the
One-on-one fightin' for stripes with right

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

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

'Cause everybody tired of R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to this fightin' 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 gun and make me blast 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, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box

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

Oh, boy, old friends like to make up and get
Hell nah, she in the wit'cho baby, daddy
She got the on, he bought 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' drink in yo' face, boy, she up pimpin'

Zoked out fat boy, you can't breathe
Bounce back and that 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 and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box

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

Yeah, I gotta 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
get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga

To them three Sunnydale niggaz
Nigga that was by ten Fillmoe niggaz, mayne
And all y'all wanted was one-on-ones and 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, just drop ya thangs and box

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