Luyện nghe bài hát 380 on That Ass

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

(spice-1)
Yeah I remember old shit

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

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

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

(spice-1)
Motherfucker, one is like a murderer
to my motherfuckin nine servin ya
Cause I give a fuck who you are
Want an autograph bullet you can me shootin 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 don't 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 shining like new money and it's funny
I keep one bullet up in the (? ? ? ? ) sunny
Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his tip
Thinkin 187 proof come take a sip
I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a in a black hearse
And leave yo in the street for homicide I 380 burst
187 on an undercover
They better when 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 bust a bigger hole in his ass
hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast
The bullet fucked ya I bucked ya it was instant death
187,000 g motherfucker
The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta

(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 with my
Them niggas ballin lookin shady
owe me money and they better pay me
My shit will fuck up ya posse with the
380 to me tellin me blow a nigga back
So listen closely to the echo of the
Hit the motherfuckin and my niggas
My motherfuckin niggas with fingers on the triggers
So now I smob and p-p-p-pop, pop
And buck with that 380 a motherfucker drop
It's in my car boy it on a under-tip
I used to kill a motherfucker for his grip
I let my cousin use the shit to jack the
A g-t-a with jackin nigga the bloodstain
On the of the car he thought 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 crazy
at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look
at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look
at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look

(prodeje)
So why you quit fuckin the nine?

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

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

(havoc)
I blow a ass to hell that's why I bust so deep
I pack a fuckin 3-8-0 up in my sleep
I'll split your skull and mail your brains to mama fool
380 leavin in a blood pool
So chase your better yet nigga run and hide
I do a nigga on the when I hoop ride
So nigga smilin eat the shells from the
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 to heaven when I drill a nigga
Then a daisy motherfuckers with the pistol grippin
They ass is trippin the nina gave that ass a whippin
The back-street way yard six feet
Loced out with the nine makin ass shiver
The murders quickly smoked up
Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, niggas over

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

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

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