Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

Drop ya and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and 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 they Hot Boys and church
Actin' tough in the club, ain't get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, gon' get you domed

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

You gotta know the rules, 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' bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend

This time for escapade only make the tec
I'm in the lot, standin' by the Escalade
You got a problem, we fightin' like a man
One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand,

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

Yo, Fig' play with them guns, no you hear me
Fig' ain't shot nuttin' up but kill
Fig' ain't the one to be, of the losses
One-on-one fightin' for stripes with right

and heatbutts to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz rather back and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since [Incomprehensible] and Kenny Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the sto' whoever win

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

'Cause everybody of them R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring this back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, cowards pack 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 save on you dumb, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I acknowledge 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 nigga, it was real big
They get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout

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

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