Luyện nghe bài hát 380 on That Ass

(prodeje)
Go on, remember that shit you was off
Peace to my 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 that
But ah, I don't even fuck 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 call me shootin star,
I'm makin the murda shit to you in your ass a bit
380 puckin up on that ass and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and that ass dead by the do'
My chrome is like new money and it's kinda funny
I keep one bullet up in the (? ? ? ? ) sunny
Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his tip
Thinkin 187 proof nigga take a sip
I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a drive-by in a black
And leave yo in the for homicide I think 380 burst
187 on an p-i-g
They better duck they see the chrome 3-ad
I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I don't give a
So if my face wrinkle up duck
I rush a nigga a bigger hole in his ass
Cause hollow tip will a booty hoe when I blast
The bullet fucked ya 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 that ass
at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas crazy
at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look

(spice-1)
Me hit the with my 3-ad
niggas ballin lookin kinda shady
They owe me money and they pay me
My shit will fuck up ya with the s-c-c
380 to me tellin me blow a nigga back
So listen closely to the 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 that 380 until a motherfucker drop
in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip
I used to a motherfucker for his blunted grip
I let my cousin use the 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 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 nina g but she 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 why I bust so deep
I pack a fuckin 3-8-0 up in my motherfuckin
I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your fool
380 leavin in a blood pool
So chase your skill yet nigga run and hide
I do a nigga on the slide when I ride
So nigga smilin eat the shells from the
Or yet build the caps down with the faculty

(havikk)
I'm to kill a nigga, quick I'm ready to kill a nigga
187 ways to heaven when I 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 six feet digger
Loced out with the nine makin ass shiver
The murders watch smoked up
Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas

(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 but yo I'm down to pack a 3-8-0
And pump some motherfuckin slugs up in yo' hole
So punk ? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is
And leave your brains pole in your fuckin lap

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

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