Luyện nghe bài hát 380 on That Ass

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

(spice-1)
Yeah I remember that old

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

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

(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 nine ya
Cause I don't give a who you are
an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga
I'm makin the murda to kick you in your ass a bit
380 puckin up on ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the you're steppin to my nigga row
bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My chrome is shining like new money and kinda funny
I keep one bullet up in the (? ? ? ? ) sunny
Five and a piggy 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 leave yo in the street for homicide I 380 burst
187 on an p-i-g
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 nigga bust a bigger in his ass
Cause hollow tip will fight a hoe when I blast
The bullet fucked ya I bucked ya it was instant death
187,000 g motherfucker
The nigga to flip 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 crazy

(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 closely to the of the clap
Hit the blocks and my niggas
My motherfuckin niggas with fingers on the triggers
So now I smob and p-p-p-pop, pop
And buck with 380 until a motherfucker drop
It's in my car boy it on a under-tip
I used to a motherfucker for his blunted grip
I let my cousin use the shit to the dana-danes
A g-t-a jackin nigga left the bloodstain
On the of the car he thought I was a star
Said I was a gangsta so I shot his jaw

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

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

(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 motherfuckers in a pool
So chase your skill yet nigga run and hide
I do a nigga on the slide I hoop ride
So smilin eat the shells from the a-t-v
Or many yet build the down with the faculty

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

(prodeje)
I'll grab your 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 pack a
And pump some motherfuckin up in yo' anus hole
So punk ? look up? cause the is strapped
And leave your brains pole sating in your lap

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

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