Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

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

This for escapade only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parkin' lot, by the Escalade
You got a problem, we ain't 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, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

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

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

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

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

I wanna 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 save on you dumb, nigga

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

Oh, boy, old friends like to up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the club 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' like he hangin' out with 'Pac
And you a boss for not cuttin' him with the
And it was cool 'til this really got to trippin'
Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she up pimpin'

Zoked out like fat boy, you breathe
Bounce and grab that trick by her fuckin' weave
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, 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

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

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

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

Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, 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