Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

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

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

This time for escapade only 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, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and 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

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

Uppercuts and to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila and Kenny Ken
Used to 'em by the corner sto' whoever win

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

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

ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just 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 wit'cho gun, snitch gun
get found in a ditch 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 coat on, he bought you for yo'
You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the way

on preem' like he hangin' out with 'Pac brother
And you a boss for not cuttin' him with the
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 breathe
back and grab that trick by her fuckin' weave
Bring her to the flo', her 'bout the get low
She really know, mob her on the danceflo'

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

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

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

To them young Sunnydale niggaz
Nigga that was surrounded by ten 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 ya thangs and just box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box

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