Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: X-Rated Locc]
off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to a punk
And that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the
When I got the milli in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the
On insane tip E-B-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin'
With my braids in my hair and I'm on a full tank
My nine on the going Both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and I'm sideways

Chorus: 2X

Locc to da brain every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz they straps cause the rival's on the way

to da brain...

[Verse 2: Big
Now try to peep this watt G straight low rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride?) we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there niggas go
Reach for your flags your straps and the windows low
Roll slow these niggas like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the
bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't a fuck
It's in the hearts so these niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn never seen so much blood
It's all for and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you

1X

Locc to da brain insane day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load straps cause the rival's on the way

3: Mr. Doc]
Come with me deep see how I'm to do it for this
Back tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking not doing shit
When they get lit up on turf
So move on with life one even left
That since that time I heard from him
Now that's my right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with this locc's
So nigga fuck it, i'll do it like ass is dead
And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the
I'm burning up the villiage nigga is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the you fucking snitch
So you'll make a switch on how you're
L-O-C and to the brain locc's don't play that way
See your niggas on the other side is to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip asshole apart
And now it is said and was said
Will to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: 2X

Locc to da brain every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz they straps cause the rival's on the way

4: Baby Reg]
See I was in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a move
The thing on my mind
Is my nine and these handles in these fools
Now me what you busters want with me?
They started about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin'
But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your and let some gun powder burn
Now a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter
And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking gun
So imma continue to strike and alone and maintain my self-pride
when I ride it's always locc to da brain

Chorus: 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day E-B-K
Where load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch
You can't see me for the that the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your and put your guts in my coat and hit
the night Drop a sack of indo in my and it's
EBK until the day I hit my grave-sight
locc to the brain 'cause' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple
and I'm workin a fifth of the and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump niggas brains
Nigga and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them live
'cause' I'm from we rockin up on em'
bustin reps up in them niggas ribs
It's full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat C's
Feel the from the slugs in my nine now
in peace

Chorus: 4X

to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the on the way