Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse one: x-rated locc

Comin off that it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a
And that siccness hits 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, reg, brotha lynch, big dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so peep this,
ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli in my head
no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my locc to the brain
On that insane tip everyday
The block-style bitch dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm on a full tank
My nine on the side going ways,
a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

Chorus: 2x

to da brain 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 big dan

Now try to peep this watt g straight low killa five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after 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 straps and roll the windows low
Roll these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us the blind side low,
A doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga
L-o-c to the brain and gauge equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never so much blood
It's all for and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us through 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 they straps cause the on the way

3: mr. doc

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

repeat 2x

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

4: baby reg

See I was standing in the middle of a circle a nigga is trying to jack me
a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack
The thing on my mind
Is my nine and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want me?
They started talking about 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 face 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 no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter
And started bustin on niggas and every muther fucker try to run
That to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So continue to strike and stay alone 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 straps cause the rival's on the way

Verse 5: lynch

You can't see me for the fact the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
The night a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
Ebk until the day I hit my grave-sight
locc to the brain 'cause' it's all redrum
A couple of from the purple spliff
And I'm a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick northern-cal swangs
locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them live
where I'm from we rockin up on em'
Bustin reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat c's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my now
Rest in

repeat 4x

Locc to da insane every day all day it's e-b-k
Where niggaz load they straps the rival's on the way