Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

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

Still on my shoes, boy, this nigga happy
This nigga he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy
dumb 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 eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to make a plan
on yo' main 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 fightin' a man
One-on-one the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga

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

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

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

Uppercuts and to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick and let they lead bust
I a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] and Kenny 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 them old niggaz, that bust with they
But without they tommy, get rushed 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
Moms all and shit, she gotta ask you
[Incomprehensible] better to on caskets you dumb, nigga

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

Oh, boy, old like to make up and get cavi
nah, she in the club wit'cho baby, daddy
She got the on, he bought you for yo' birthday
You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to him in the worst way

on preem' like he hangin' 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' drink in yo' face, boy, she up pimpin'

Zoked out like fat boy, you breathe
Bounce and grab that trick 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, just drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, just drop ya and just 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 ditch gun

Yeah, I gotta them fo' carloads of HP niggaz
That 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
get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga

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

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

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