Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: Baby Locc]
Comin off that high it's that rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new
Watch my back, hit the dank, the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya off safety turn around and hit the street
I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip everyday
The block-style bitch dank
With my braids in my and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the going Both ways,
a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

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

to da brain...

[Verse 2: Big
Now try to this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that block the plot
(you down to ride?) we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there them go
Reach for your flags your and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas 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 doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a
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 no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it all good,
I suggest you

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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 that say they'll kill the stinking not doing shit
When they get lit up on turf
So on with they life one even left
since that time I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go
Remember supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, i'll do it like your ass is
And touch niggas 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 locc's don't play that way
See your niggas on the side is best to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip asshole apart
And now it is and what was said
Will to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: 2X

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

[Verse 4: Reg]
See I was standing in the middle of a circle a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six posse
But I going out for a jack move
The only on my mind
Is pullin my nine and these handles in fools
Now tell me what you busters want me?
They started talking pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be sherms
But i'll be glad to put my up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson a Sac-Town criminal
I'm all alone 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 every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I ride it's always to da brain

Chorus: 2X

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

5: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your
Bout' to put some slugs in your and put your guts in my coat and hit
the Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain 'cause' all redrum
A of hits 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 is how we get them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a
niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them live
'cause' where I'm we rockin up on em'
bustin them reps up in niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat C's
Feel the breeze from the in my nine now
in peace

Chorus: 4X

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