Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: X-Rated 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 that siccness I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, the grave
midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my
Ain't no stoppin the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip everyday
The block-style smokin' dank
my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My on the side going Both ways,
a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

Chorus: 2X

Locc to da brain insane 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 watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of knot block the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them drops stop
Hit the lights them niggas go
Reach for your flags your straps and the windows low
slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge
Hang from the window what's up now yee-ah
to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a
It's in the hearts so rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much
all for gang 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 day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz they straps cause the rival's on the way

3: Mr. Doc]
Come 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 get lit up on they turf
So move on with they life one even
That since that time I heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with this locc's
So nigga fuck it, do it like your ass is dead
And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the
I'm burning up the villiage life is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and on the wall you fucking snitch
So you'll make a switch on how gang-banging
L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't that way
See your niggas on the other is best 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 from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

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

[Verse 4: Baby
See I was in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a move
The only thing on my
Is my nine and these handles in these fools
Now me what you busters want with me?
They started about pockets on the ground you mean
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 lesson a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be
up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay and maintain my self-pride
'cause' I ride it's always locc to da brain

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

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

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