Luyện nghe bài hát 380 on That Ass

(prodeje)
Go on, remember that shit you was off
Peace to my motherfuckin

(spice-1)
Yeah I remember that old

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

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

(prodeje)
Man you know the nina is the shit?

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

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

(spice-1)
Me hit the with my 3-ad
Them niggas ballin lookin kinda
They owe me and they better pay me
My shit will fuck up ya with the s-c-c
380 to me tellin me blow a nigga back
So closely to the echo of the clap
Hit the blocks and my niggas
My niggas with they fingers on the triggers
So now I gotta and p-p-p-pop, pop
And buck with that 380 until a motherfucker
It's in my car boy it on a under-tip
I to kill a motherfucker for his blunted grip
I let my use the shit to jack the dana-danes
A with jackin nigga left the bloodstain
On the of the car he thought I was a star
Said I was a studio gangsta so I his jaw

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

(prodeje)
So why you quit fuckin the nine?

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

(havikk)
Don't you know nigga prod and hav fuck with the nine and the 380?

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

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

(prodeje)
I'll your heart and squeeze the motherfucker till it bursts
And tie your to the bumper of my homies hearse
I pack a nine but yo I'm down to pack a
And pump some slugs up in yo' anus hole
So punk ? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is
And leave your brains 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 nigga quicker
380's on asshole nigga

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