Luyện nghe bài hát 380 on That Ass

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

(spice-1)
I remember that old shit

(prodeje)
So are you gonna kick 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 even fuck the nine no more half

(prodeje)
Man you know the nina is the shit?

(spice-1)
Motherfucker, one e-c-i-p-s is like a
to my motherfuckin nine servin ya
Cause I don't give a who you are
Want an autograph you can call me shootin star, nigga
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 steppin to my row
I'll bust a cap and leave ass dead by the do'
My chrome is shining new money and it's kinda funny
I keep one bullet up in the chamber (? ? ? ? )
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 in a black hearse
And leave yo in the for homicide I think 380 burst
187 on an undercover
They better duck when they see the chrome
I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I give a fuck
So if my face wrinkle up duck
I rush a nigga bust a bigger in his ass
Cause hollow tip will a booty hoe when I blast
The bullet fucked ya when I bucked ya it was instant
187,000 g rest
The tried to flip 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 block my 3-ad
Them niggas ballin lookin kinda
They owe me money and they pay me
My shit will up ya posse with the s-c-c
380 talkin to me tellin me blow a nigga
So listen closely to the of the clap
Hit the motherfuckin blocks and my
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 to kill 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 studio so I shot his jaw

(chorus: spice-1)
380 on ass bitch
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 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 and hav fuck with the nine and the 380?

(havoc)
I a niggas ass to hell that's why I bust so deep
I pack a fuckin up in my motherfuckin sleep
I'll your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool
380 leavin motherfuckers in a pool
So chase your skill better yet run and hide
I do a on the slide when I hoop ride
So nigga smilin eat the from the a-t-v
Or many yet build the down with the faculty

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

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

(havikk)
The cartel is for the killers the mobb piece rhymester giggy cap
The giddily fuckin faculty the prodeje the killers be the smokin 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 crazy (everybody duck)
at 380
N-niggas look (everybody duck)