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 in my T-shirt and tennis shoes
They all in they Hot Boys and church suits
Actin' tough in the club, gon' get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you

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

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

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

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

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

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] and Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the corner whoever win

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

'Cause everybody tired of R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to this fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, cowards wanna pack and killers 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 gun and make me blast you
Moms all cryin' and shit, she ask you
better to save on caskets you dumb, nigga

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

Oh, boy, old like to make up and get cavi
nah, she in the club wit'cho baby, daddy
She got the coat on, he you for yo' birthday
You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to 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 this chick really got to
Spittin' in yo' face, boy, she popped up pimpin'

Zoked out like fat boy, you can't
Bounce back and grab that by her fuckin' weave
her to the flo', teach 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 and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box

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

Yeah, I gotta acknowledge 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, special nigga

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

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