Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated
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 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, Baby Reg, Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so peep this,
Take ya off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway
What can I say got them thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that tip E-B-K everyday
The bitch smokin' 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 2: Big
Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin and the deuce
to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice
I pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body stop
Hit the there them niggas go
Reach for flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin they know us are here,
fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals in pain
loc so a nigga don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas stuck
I let the gauge loose I've never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love
So if you ever see us rollin through side it ain't all good,
I you hide

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

[Verse 3: Mr.
with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this
Back tight big shit
Them fools say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
When get lit up on they turf
So move on with they life one left
since that time I haven't 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 fuck it, i'll 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
I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
So you'll make a 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
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless ass

Chorus: 2X

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

4: Baby Reg]
See I was in the middle of a circle 'cause' 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 only thing on my
Is pullin my nine and handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want me?
They started talking about pockets on the ground you
Empty my loot out, you must be smokin' sherms
But be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter
And started bustin on niggas and watching muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a insane with a fucking empty 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 insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they straps the rival's on the way

[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch
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 in my coat and hit
the night Drop a of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain 'cause' it's all
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 nuts and is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let niggas live
'cause' where I'm we rockin up on em'
bustin them reps up in them niggas
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that in my glock-nine
through your set hit the stop
Sign bustin I see gat twenty-four C's
Feel the breeze from the in my nine now
Rest in

Chorus: 4X

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