Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated
Comin off that high that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the
midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga this,
Take ya off safety turn around and hit the street
I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the
On insane tip E-B-K everyday
The block-style bitch dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a tank
My on the side 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 load 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
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops
Hit the lights there them go
for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets I emptied the clip
They bustin' trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't a fuck
in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so blood
It's all for and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin through side it ain't all good,
I suggest you

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

[Verse 3: Mr.
Come with me deep see how I'm to do it for this
Back with tight big
fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
When get lit up on they turf
So move on with 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 supposed to be the ones with brains 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 burning up the villiage nigga is a bitch
I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
So you'll a switch on how you're gang-banging
and to the brain real locc's don't play that 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 what was
Will come to pass Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: 2X

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

[Verse 4: Baby
See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep
But I going out for a jack move
The thing on my mind
Is my nine and these handles in these fools
Now me what you busters want with me?
started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin'
But i'll be glad to put my 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 y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching every fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my
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: Lynch Hung]
You can't see me for the fact the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put guts in my coat and hit
the night Drop a sack of indo in my and it's
EBK until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple
and I'm a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain shit ain't no it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they for some fame it ain't no thang
It no way, I dump and let them niggas live
'cause' I'm from we rockin up on em'
bustin them reps up in niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the
Sign sideways bustin I see gat C's
Feel the breeze from the in my nine now
Rest in

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