Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

Yo, I hit the party in my and tennis shoes
all watchin' in they Hot Boys and church suits
Actin' tough in the club, ain't get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just get you domed

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

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

This for escapade only 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 thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, drop 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
Still get found in a ditch gun

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

Uppercuts and to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz kick back and let they lead bust
I a pitbull 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.
want to see me, Figgaro can [Incomprehensible]
But now we got them old niggaz, that with they tommy
But without they tommy, get rushed like salami

'Cause everybody tired of 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, 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, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

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

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

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

Zoked out like fat boy, you breathe
Bounce back and grab trick by her fuckin' weave
her to the flo', teach her 'bout the get low
She gon' know, mob her on the danceflo'

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

Nigga, you a wit'cho 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

Yeah, I gotta 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 guns down and that nigga, it was real big
get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga

To three young 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, 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 in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a wit'cho gun