Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: X-Rated Locc]
Comin off that high it's that double-set 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
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the
midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella so nigga peep this,
ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my
no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that tip E-B-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin'
my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going ways,
a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

Chorus: 2X

Locc to da brain insane 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 G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops
Hit the lights them niggas go
Reach for your flags your straps and roll the low
Roll slow these niggas actin like they us are here,
They duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
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 equals rest in pain
loc so a nigga don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight
I let the loose damn I've never seen so much blood
all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
So if you see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you

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

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

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

[Verse 4: Baby
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 going out for a jack move
The only on my mind
Is pullin my nine and handles in these fools
Now tell me you busters want with me?
They started 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 powder
Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town
I'm all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no y'all must be bluffin
up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching 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 and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I ride it's locc to da brain

Chorus: 2X

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

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

Chorus: 4X

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