Luyện nghe bài hát 380 on That Ass

(prodeje)
Go on, remember that you was kickin off
to my motherfuckin nine

(spice-1)
Yeah I that old shit

(prodeje)
So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or

(spice-1)
Yeah, I'm kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more

(prodeje)
Man don't you know the nina is the

(spice-1)
Motherfucker, one e-c-i-p-s is a murderer
P-e-a-c-e to my motherfuckin servin ya
Cause I don't a fuck who you are
Want an autograph bullet you can call me star, nigga
I'm makin the murda to kick you in your ass a bit
380 puckin up on that ass and test me bitch
You know who the fuck you're steppin to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass by the do'
My chrome is like new money and it's kinda funny
I keep one bullet up in the (? ? ? ? ) sunny
Five and a piggy dumb, dumb to his hollow tip
Thinkin 187 proof come take a sip
I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a drive-by in a hearse
And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380
187 on an p-i-g
They better duck when they see the chrome
I'm as see I'm suicidal I don't give a fuck
So if my face wrinkle up duck
I rush a bust a bigger hole in his ass
Cause hollow tip fight a booty hoe when I blast
The bullet ya when I bucked ya it was instant death
187,000 g rest
The nigga tried to and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit

(chorus: spice-1)
380 on that ass
at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas crazy
at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look

(spice-1)
Me hit the with my 3-ad
Them niggas lookin kinda shady
They owe me money and they pay me
My shit will fuck up ya posse the s-c-c
380 talkin to me tellin me blow a back
So listen to the echo of the clap
Hit the motherfuckin blocks and my
My motherfuckin with they fingers on the triggers
So now I gotta and p-p-p-pop, pop
And with that 380 until a motherfucker drop
in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip
I to kill a motherfucker for his blunted grip
I let my cousin use the to jack the dana-danes
A g-t-a with jackin left the bloodstain
On the seat of the car he I was a star
Said I was a studio so I shot his jaw

(chorus: spice-1)
380 on that ass
at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look
at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look
at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas crazy
at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look

(prodeje)
So why you quit fuckin with the

(spice-1)
I got love for g but she won't fit in my motherfuckin top

(havikk)
you know that nigga prod and hav fuck with the nine and the 380?

(havoc)
I blow a niggas ass to hell why I bust so deep
I pack a fuckin 3-8-0 up in my sleep
I'll split your and mail your brains to your mama fool
380 leavin motherfuckers in a blood
So chase your skill yet nigga run and hide
I do a nigga on the when I hoop ride
So nigga smilin eat the shells from the
Or yet build the caps down with the faculty

(havikk)
I'm ready to kill a nigga, quick I'm ready to a nigga
187 ways to heaven when I a nigga
Then kill a daisy with the pistol grippin
They ass is trippin because the nina gave ass a whippin
The back-street way six feet digger
Loced out with the nine that ass shiver
The watch quickly smoked up
Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas

(prodeje)
I'll your heart and squeeze the motherfucker till it bursts
And tie your corpse to the of my homies hearse
I pack a nine but yo I'm to pack a 3-8-0
And pump some motherfuckin slugs up in yo' hole
So ? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is strapped
And leave brains pole sating in your fuckin lap

(havikk)
The cartel is for the the mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers
The giddily fuckin faculty the prodeje the killers be the smokin quicker
380's on that asshole

(chorus: spice-1)
at 380
Niggas crazy (everybody duck)
at 380
N-niggas look (everybody duck)
at 380
N-niggas crazy (everybody duck)
at 380
N-niggas look (everybody duck)