Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse one: baby x-rated

Comin off that high it's that rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a
And when that siccness hits I'm a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, the grave
Twelve midnight, my on the stroll,
Mr. doc, reg, brotha lynch, big dan
We bout' to roll ridin hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm dead
What can I say got them thoughts fillin' up my head locc to the brain
On insane tip e-b-k everyday
The bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the going both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm

Chorus: 2x

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

to da brain...

Verse big dan

Now try to peep this watt g low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that juice
I pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride? ) yeah we with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there them go
Reach for your flags your and roll the windows low
slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' dodging 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 window what's up now nigga
L-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals 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 I've seen 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 insane every day all day it's
Where niggaz load they cause the rival's on the way

3: mr. doc

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

Chorus: 2x

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
Where niggaz load they 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 ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack
The thing on my mind
Is pullin my nine and these handles in these
Now tell me what you busters with me?
They started talking about pockets on the ground you
Empty my out, you fools must be smokin' sherms
But I'll be to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson from a sac-town
I'm standing all alone in the
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine
And started bustin on and watching every muther fucker try to run
That to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and my self-pride
'cause' when I ride it's always to da brain

repeat 2x

Locc to da brain insane every day all day e-b-k
Where niggaz load they straps cause the on the way

Verse 5: brotha

You see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my and hit
The night a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
Ebk until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain it's all redrum
A of hits from the purple spliff
And I'm workin a fifth of the and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump niggas brains
nuts and guts it how we get sick them northern-cal swangs
That to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no
It ain't no way, I dump and let them live
'cause' where I'm from we up on em'
Bustin reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock 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
the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in

Chorus: 4x

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