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 remember old shit

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

(spice-1)
Yeah, I'm gonna kick of that shit
But ah, partner I even fuck with the nine no more half

(prodeje)
Man don't you know the is the shit?

(spice-1)
Motherfucker, one e-c-i-p-s is a murderer
P-e-a-c-e to my nine servin ya
Cause I don't a fuck who you are
Want an bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga
I'm makin the shit to kick you in your ass a bit
380 puckin up on that ass come and me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're to my nigga row
bust a cap and leave 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 leave yo in the street for 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 up everybody duck
I rush a nigga bust a hole in his ass
Cause tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast
The bullet ya when I bucked ya it was instant death
187,000 g motherfucker
The tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit

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

(spice-1)
Me hit the with my 3-ad
Them ballin lookin kinda shady
They owe me and they better pay me
My shit will up ya posse with the s-c-c
380 talkin to me tellin me blow a back
So listen closely to the echo of the
Hit the blocks and my niggas
My motherfuckin niggas with they fingers on the
So now I smob and p-p-p-pop, pop
And with that 380 until a motherfucker drop
in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip
I used to kill a motherfucker for his grip
I let my cousin use the shit to jack the
A g-t-a with jackin nigga left the
On the seat of the car he I was a star
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 look
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)
you know that nigga prod and hav fuck with the nine and the 380?

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

(havikk)
I'm ready to kill a nigga, I'm ready to kill a nigga
187 to heaven when I drill a nigga
Then kill a daisy with 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 nine that 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 corpse to the 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' anus
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 faculty the prodeje the killers be the nigga quicker
on that asshole 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 crazy (everybody duck)