Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a
And when that siccness I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, the gat, make the grave
midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga this,
ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head to the brain
On that insane tip everyday
The block-style bitch dank
With my in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side Both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and I'm sideways

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Locc to da insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where load 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 set-trippin' fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there niggas go
Reach for your flags straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the side Low,
A fucking and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the what's up now nigga yee-ah
to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a
It's in the so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never so much blood
It's all for gang and the gang no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin your side it ain't all good,
I you hide

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

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

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

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

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Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
Where niggaz load they straps cause the on the way

[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch
You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your in my coat and hit
the night Drop a sack of indo in my and it's
EBK everyday until the day I hit my
That to the brain 'cause' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the spliff
and I'm workin a fifth of the and rum
I my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
nuts 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 killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I and let them niggas live
'cause' where I'm we rockin up on em'
them reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the
Sign sideways bustin I see gat C's
Feel the breeze the slugs in my nine now
Rest in

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