Luyện nghe bài hát 380 on That Ass

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

(spice-1)
Yeah I remember old shit

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

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

(prodeje)
Man don't you the nina is the shit?

(spice-1)
Motherfucker, one e-c-i-p-s is a murderer
to my motherfuckin nine servin ya
Cause I give a fuck who you are
an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga
I'm makin the shit 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 that ass dead by the do'
My chrome is shining like new and it's kinda funny
I keep one bullet up in the (? ? ? ? ) sunny
Five and a dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip
Thinkin 187 nigga come take a sip
I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a drive-by in a black
And yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst
187 on an undercover
They better when they see the chrome 3-ad
I'm thin as see I'm I don't give a fuck
So if my wrinkle up everybody duck
I rush a nigga bust a bigger in his ass
Cause hollow tip will fight a hoe when I blast
The fucked 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 look
at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas crazy

(spice-1)
Me hit the with my 3-ad
Them niggas ballin kinda shady
owe me money 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 closely to the echo of the
Hit the blocks and my niggas
My motherfuckin with they fingers on the triggers
So now I smob and p-p-p-pop, pop
And buck with that 380 until a motherfucker
It's in my car boy slammed it on a
I used to kill a for his blunted grip
I let my use the shit to jack the dana-danes
A g-t-a with nigga left the bloodstain
On the seat of the car he thought I was a
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 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 with the nine and the 380?

(havoc)
I blow a niggas ass to hell that's why I so deep
I pack a 3-8-0 up in my motherfuckin sleep
I'll split your skull and mail brains to your mama fool
380 leavin motherfuckers in a 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 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 when I drill a nigga
Then kill a daisy motherfuckers with the grippin
ass is trippin because the nina gave that ass a whippin
The back-street way yard six feet
Loced out with the nine that ass shiver
The watch quickly smoked up
Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom over

(prodeje)
I'll grab your heart and the motherfucker till it bursts
And tie your to the bumper 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' anus
So ? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is strapped
And leave your brains sating in your fuckin lap

(havikk)
The cartel is for the killers the mobb rhymester giggy 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 look (everybody duck)
at 380
N-niggas crazy (everybody duck)
at 380
N-niggas look (everybody duck)
at 380
N-niggas look (everybody duck)