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 that old shit

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

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

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

(spice-1)
Motherfucker, one e-c-i-p-s is like a
P-e-a-c-e to my 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 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 fuck steppin to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave ass dead by the do'
My chrome is shining like new and it's kinda funny
I one bullet up in the chamber (? ? ? ? ) sunny
Five and a piggy dumb, bullets to his hollow tip
Thinkin 187 nigga come take a sip
I'm sick, as I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse
And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380
187 on an undercover
They better duck when they see the chrome
I'm as see I'm suicidal I don't give a fuck
So if my face wrinkle up everybody
I rush a nigga a bigger hole in his ass
Cause tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast
The bullet fucked ya when I bucked ya it was instant
187,000 g motherfucker
The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta

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

(spice-1)
Me hit the block my 3-ad
Them 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 echo of the
Hit the motherfuckin and my niggas
My motherfuckin with they 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 kill a for his blunted grip
I let my cousin use the shit to the dana-danes
A g-t-a with jackin 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 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 g but she won't fit in my motherfuckin top

(havikk)
Don't you know that nigga prod and hav with the nine 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 and mail your brains to your mama fool
380 motherfuckers in a blood pool
So chase skill better yet nigga run and hide
I do a nigga on the slide when I hoop
So nigga smilin eat the shells the a-t-v
Or many yet build the caps with the faculty

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

(prodeje)
I'll grab your heart and 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? 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 piece rhymester giggy cap peelers
The giddily fuckin 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 look (everybody duck)
at 380
N-niggas crazy (everybody duck)