Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: Baby Locc]
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a
And when siccness hits I'm like 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 deep hella high so nigga this,
Take ya off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway
What can I say got them evil fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On insane tip E-B-K everyday
The block-style bitch dank
With my in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the going Both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm

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Locc to da insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they cause 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?) yeah we fuckin' with them body stop
Hit the lights there niggas go
Reach for your flags your and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin they know us are here,
They duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and the pump
Hang the window 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 niggas straight stuck
I let the loose damn I've never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the shows 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 insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they cause the rival's on the way

3: Mr. Doc]
Come with me deep see how I'm to do it for this
with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not shit
they get lit up on they turf
So on with they life one even left
That since that time I haven't from him
Now my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga 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
Somes I set the 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 niggas on the other 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 come to pass Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

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

[Verse 4: Reg]
See I was in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter 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 in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want me?
They started talking about pockets on the you mean
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 criminal
I'm all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and my nine-millimeter 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
when I ride it's always locc to da brain

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

[Verse 5: Lynch Hung]
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 guts in my coat and hit
the night Drop a of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday the day I hit my grave-sight
locc to the brain 'cause' it's all redrum
A couple of hits the purple spliff
and I'm workin a fifth of the and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas
Nigga nuts and is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some it ain't 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 niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the
sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's
Feel the breeze the slugs in my nine now
Rest in

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