Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: X-Rated Locc]
Comin off that high it's double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when siccness hits I'm like a new stage
my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make 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 I'm halfway dead
can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip E-B-K
The block-style smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a tank
My nine on the going Both 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 niggaz 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
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body stop
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,
fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window up now nigga yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in
Insane loc so a don't give a fuck
in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn never seen so much blood
all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us through your 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
Where load they straps cause the rival's on the way

3: Mr. Doc]
Come with me see how I'm bout to do it for this
with tight big shit
Them fools say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
they get lit up on they turf
So move on they life one even left
That since that time I heard from him
Now my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains locc's
So nigga fuck it, do it like your ass is dead
And touch niggas 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 you fucking snitch
So you'll a switch on how you're gang-banging
L-O-C and to the brain real locc's play that way
See your niggas on the other side is to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip asshole apart
And now it is said and was said
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless ass

Chorus: 2X

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

[Verse 4: Reg]
See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep
But I going out for a jack move
The only on my mind
Is my nine and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you want with me?
They started talking about on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be sherms
But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun burn
Now take a from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all alone in the
And talkin shit to your circle and no blastin y'all must be bluffin
up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started on niggas 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 and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I ride it's locc to da brain

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

Chorus: 4X

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