Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Ya Thangs

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

Yo, I hit the party in my and tennis shoes
They all in they Hot Boys and church suits
Actin' tough in the club, gon' get you home
drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you domed

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

You gotta 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' main bitch hand, tryin' to make a

This time for escapade only 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 thangs and box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya and just 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 in a ditch wit'cho gun

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

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head
Bitch, niggaz rather kick and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] and 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, that bust with tommy
But caught without tommy, get rushed like salami

'Cause everybody tired of R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our
Now, cowards wanna and killers wanna cruise and
Real niggaz stand alone, mayne and do we do

I bust 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
better to save on caskets you dumb, nigga

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

Oh, boy, old friends like to make up and get
Hell nah, she in the 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 cool 'til this really got to trippin'
Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up

Zoked out fat boy, you can't breathe
Bounce and grab that trick by her fuckin' weave
Bring her to the flo', her 'bout the get low
She gon' know, mob her on the danceflo'

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

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

Yeah, I gotta 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 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, drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and box
Nigga, drop ya thangs and just box

Nigga, you a wit'cho gun, snitch 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