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 that old shit

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

(spice-1)
Yeah, I'm gonna some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even with 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
P-e-a-c-e to my motherfuckin servin ya
Cause I don't a fuck who you are
Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star,
I'm makin the shit to kick you in your ass a bit
380 puckin up on that ass come and test me
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 is shining like new money 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 proof nigga come 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 suicidal I don't a fuck
So if my wrinkle up everybody duck
I a nigga bust a bigger hole 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 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 look

(spice-1)
Me hit the block my 3-ad
Them niggas ballin lookin 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 motherfuckin and my niggas
My motherfuckin niggas with they fingers on the
So now I gotta and p-p-p-pop, pop
And with that 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 use the shit to jack the dana-danes
A g-t-a jackin nigga left the bloodstain
On the seat of the car he thought I was a
Said I was a studio gangsta so I 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 the nine?

(spice-1)
I got love for g but she won't fit in my motherfuckin top

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

(havoc)
I blow a niggas ass to hell that's why I so deep
I pack a fuckin 3-8-0 up in my sleep
I'll split your skull and mail your to your mama fool
380 motherfuckers in a blood pool
So chase skill better yet nigga run and hide
I do a on the slide when I hoop ride
So nigga smilin eat the shells the a-t-v
Or yet build the caps down with the faculty

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

(prodeje)
I'll grab heart and squeeze the motherfucker till it bursts
And tie your corpse to the bumper of my hearse
I a nine 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 is strapped
And leave your brains pole sating in fuckin lap

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

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