Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya and just 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
They all watchin' in they Hot Boys and suits
Actin' tough in the club, gon' get you home
Gettin' off of Patron, just gon' get you domed

Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, 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 my nigga, you gotta hit the do'
Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to make a
Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to a friend

This time for only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the
You got a problem, we ain't like a man
with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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

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

Yo, Fig' never play them guns, no you hear me
Fig' ain't shot nuttin' up but kill
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 back and let they lead
I been a pitbull Fila [Incomprehensible] and Kenny 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 rushed salami

everybody tired of them R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our
Now, cowards wanna pack and killers cruise and
niggaz 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
Moms all cryin' and shit, she ask you
[Incomprehensible] better to on caskets you dumb, nigga

Drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, drop ya thangs 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 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 club wit'cho baby,
She got the on, he bought you for yo' birthday
You back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way

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

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

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

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

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

To them young 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 drop ya and just box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya 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