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 gonna some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck the nine no more half

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

(spice-1)
Motherfucker, one is like a murderer
P-e-a-c-e to my motherfuckin nine ya
Cause I don't a fuck who you are
Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star,
I'm makin the murda shit to kick you in ass a bit
380 puckin up on ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck steppin to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass by the do'
My chrome is shining like new and it's kinda funny
I one bullet up in the chamber (? ? ? ? ) sunny
Five and a piggy dumb, bullets to his hollow tip
187 proof nigga 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 380 burst
187 on an undercover
They better duck they see the chrome 3-ad
I'm as see I'm suicidal I don't give a fuck
So if my face wrinkle up duck
I rush a nigga bust a hole in his ass
Cause hollow tip fight a booty hoe when I blast
The fucked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death
187,000 g motherfucker
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 look
at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas crazy

(spice-1)
Me hit the block my 3-ad
Them niggas ballin lookin kinda
They owe me and they better pay me
My shit will fuck up ya posse with the
380 talkin to me tellin me a nigga back
So listen to the echo of the clap
Hit the blocks and my niggas
My motherfuckin niggas with they fingers on the
So now I gotta and p-p-p-pop, pop
And with that 380 until a motherfucker drop
It's in my car boy it on a under-tip
I to kill a motherfucker for his blunted grip
I let my cousin use the shit to the dana-danes
A g-t-a with nigga left the bloodstain
On the seat of the car he I was a star
I was a studio gangsta so I shot his jaw

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

(prodeje)
So why you fuckin with the nine?

(spice-1)
I got love for nina g but she fit in my motherfuckin top

(havikk)
Don't you know that nigga 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 3-8-0 up in my motherfuckin sleep
I'll split skull and mail your brains to your mama fool
380 motherfuckers in a blood pool
So chase your skill better yet nigga run and
I do a nigga on the when I hoop ride
So nigga smilin eat the from the a-t-v
Or many yet build the caps down with the

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

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

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

(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 crazy (everybody duck)